Wind of change

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    In the streets of New York City
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    every man can feel the cold,
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    and I don't want no pity,
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    but I want my story told.

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    And the lights    shine down on 
me,
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    they shine on the little boy,
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    is this way to make him pay
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    being born in a world of joy?

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    But like me,  he don't know 
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where he'll go wrong,
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    he won't cry so many tears
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    till he finds  out why he don't 
belong.

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    Like me,   there's no room for 
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us out there,
    you can lose your hope and 
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pride,
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    when it comes  to broken dreams
    you'll get your share.

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    Sometimes a man     breaks down,
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    and the good   things he is 
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looking for
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    are crushed into the ground.

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    Get on up,    look around,
    can't you feel the wind of 
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change?
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    Get on up,    taste the air,
    can't you see the wind of 
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change?

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    Don't you understand what I'm 
saying?
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    We need a god down here,
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    a man to lead us children,
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    take us from the valley of fear.

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    Make the lights    shine down on
 us,
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    show us the road to go,
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    help us survive, make us arrive,
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    teach us what we need to know.

            A                      
    Like me,   he don't know where 
                Amaj7
he'll go wrong,
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    he won't cry so many tears
                 Dm
    till he finds   out why he don't
 belong.

             A                     
    Like me,   there's no room for 
            Amaj7
us out there,
    you can lose your hope and 
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pride,
                 Dm
    when it comes  to broken dreams
    you'll get your share.

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    Sometimes a man     breaks down,
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    and the good   things he is 
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looking for
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    are crushed into the ground.

              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around,
    can't you feel the wind of 
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change?
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air,
    can't you see the wind of 
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change?
              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around,
    can't you feel the wind of 
 B9
change?
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air,
    can't you see the wind of 
 B9
change?
              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around,
    can't you feel the wind of 
 B9
change?
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air,
    can't you see the wind of 
 B9
change?