H  Hmaj7  H7  Emi  Emi6  H
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H                              Hmaj7
These are the days of the open hand
                       H7
They might just be the last
Look around now
      Emi                         Emi6    H
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

                               Hmaj7
This is the year of the hungry man
                      H7
Whose place is in the past
                  Emi
Hand in hand with ignorance
              Emi6 C#mi
And legitimate excuses

                        G#
The rich declare themselves poor
                     E
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
          F#
But we'll take our chances
                     F#7     C#mi
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
                            G#
I guess somewhere along the way
                               E
He must have let us all out to play
                    F#
Turned his back and all God's children
F#7           H
Crept out the back door

                      Hmaj7                   H7
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
                  Emi
Hanging on to hope
                 Emi6    H
When there is no hope to speak of
                       Hmaj7                           H7
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too late
     Em                     Em6         H
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

H  Hmaj7  H7  Emi  Emi6  H
 (2x)

                                Hmaj7
These are the days of the empty hand
                           H7
Oh you hold on to what you can
                 Emi                   Emi6
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

H                              Hmaj7
This is the year of the guilty man
                        H7
Your television takes a stand
                  Emi                    Emi6 C#mi
And you find that what was over there is over here

                               G#
So you scream from behind your door
                                E
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
                             F#
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
       F#7                   C#mi
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
                                 G#
And you cling to the things they sold you
                                  E
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
          F#             F#7      H
'Cause he has no children to come back for

                 Hmaj7                   H7
It's hard to love there's so much to hate
                  Emi               Emi6    H
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
                       Hmaj7                  H7
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
   Emi                    Emi6        H
So maybe we should all be praying for time

H  Hmaj7  H7  Emi  Emi6  H
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