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Intro 1
A
F
Dm
These
Verse 1
of the open hand
They will not be the last,
look around now
F
These are the days of the beggars
G
A
and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
F
Hand in hand with ignorance
G
and legitimist ex cuses
Bm
F#
The rich declare themselves poor
D
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
G#dim
But we'll take our chances
G#m
E
F#m
Cause God stopped keeping score
Bm
I guess somewhere along the way
F#
D
He must have let us all out to play
Turned His back
G#dim
G#m
And all God's children
E
F#
F#m
A
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love,
when there's so much to hate
G
A
when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above,
say it's much too much too late
F
Well, maybe we should all
G
A
F
G
be praying for time
A
These are the days of the empty hand
You hold on to what you can
F
And charity is a coat you wear
A
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
F
And you find that what was over there
Bm
So you scream from behind your door
F#
D
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much,
G#dim
but I'll take my chances
G#m
E
F#
Cause God stopped keeping score
Bm
F#
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes
That He can't come back
G#dim
G#m
Cause he has no children
E
A
to come back for
And it's hard to love
when there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
F
G
A
when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too much too late
F
So maybe we should all
G
A
be praying for time
F
So maybe we should all be
G
A
F
praying for time
you
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