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| A | F#m | A | F#m | C#m7 | F#m | C#m7 | B | | | | | | | | | |
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| E | F#m | | I follow the Mos | kva |
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| F#m | C#m7 | B | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| E | F#m | | An August summer | night |
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| F#m | C#m7 | B | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| A9 | F#m | A | F#m | C#m7 | F#m | C#m7 | B | | | | | | | | | |
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| E | F#m | | The world is closing | in |
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| F#m | C#m7 | B | That we could | be so close, like | broth | ers |
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| E | F#m | | The future’s in the | air |
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| E | I can feel it every | where |
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| F#m | C#m7 | B | Blowing with the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| E | B | F#m | B | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| F#m | B | C#m | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| C#m/A | B | | In the wind of | change |
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| E | F#m | | Walking down the | street |
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| F#m | C#m7 | B | Are buried in the | past | fore | ver |
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| E | F#m | | I follow the Mos | kva |
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| F#m | C#m7 | B | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| E | B | F#m | B | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| F#m | B | C#m | Where the | children of to | morrow share their | dreams |
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| E | B | F#m | B | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| F#m | B | C#m | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| C#m/A | B | | In the wind of | change |
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| C#m | B | | The wind of change blows | straight |
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| C#m | Into the face of | time |
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| B | Like a stormwind that will | ring |
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| E | The freedom bell for peace of | mind |
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| F#m | Let your balalaika | sing |
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| Ab | What my guitar wants to | say |
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| E | B | F#m | B | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| F#m | B | C#m | Where the | children of to | morrow share their | dreams |
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| E | B | F#m | B | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| F#m | B | C#m | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| C#m/A | B | | In the wind of | change |
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