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| Am | Em7 | D | | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| G | Am | | | An August summer | night |
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| Am | Em7 | D | | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| G | Am | | | The world is closing | in |
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| Am | Em7 | D | | That we could | be so close, like | broth | ers |
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| G | Am | | | The future’s in the | air |
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| G | | I can feel it every | where |
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| Am | Em7 | D | | Blowing with the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| G | D | Am | D | | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Am | D | Em | | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| Em/C | D | | | In the wind of | change |
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| G | Am | | | Walking down the | street |
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| Am | Em7 | D | | Are buried in the | past | fore | ver |
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| Am | Em7 | D | | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| G | D | Am | D | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Am | D | Em | | Where the | children of to | morrow share their | dreams |
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| G | D | Am | D | | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Am | D | Em | | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| Em/C | D | | | In the wind of | change |
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| Em | D | | | The wind of change blows | straight |
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| D | | Like a stormwind that will | ring |
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| G | | The freedom bell for peace of | mind |
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| Am | | Let your balalaika | sing |
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| B | | What my guitar wants to | say |
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| G | D | Am | D | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Am | D | Em | | Where the | children of to | morrow share their | dreams |
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| G | D | Am | D | | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Am | D | Em | | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| Em/C | D | | | In the wind of | change |
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