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B E (2x) B E The last of the repercussions died off real slow B And the sky was still E And the cold sun sank down beneath the snow B F# E B I hung my hand from the tree outside F# B B E (2x) And I looked at the whole wide world B When the voices came quietly E I shut them down B When a tricky young southerly wind E Came at me with its high whistling sound B F# I turned around to face it E B With real arrogance burning inside F# B B E (2x) B And I drank in the whole wide world