[originally performed by George Michael]
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These are the days of the open hand
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They will not be the last
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Look around now
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These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
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This is the year of the hungry man
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Whose place is in the past
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Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
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The rich declare themselves poor
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And most of us are not sure
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If we have too much but we¡¯ll take our chances
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¡®Cause God stopped keeping score
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I guess somewhere along the way
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He must have let us all out to play
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And turned his back
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And all God¡¯s children
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Crept out the back door
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And its hard to love
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Theres so much to hate
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Hanging onto hope
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When there is no hope to speak of
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And the wounded skies above
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Say its much too late
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Oh maybe we should all be praying for time
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This is the year of the empty hand
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Oh you hold onto what you can
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And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
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These are the days of the guilty man
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The television takes a stand
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And you find that what was over there
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Is over here
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So you scream from behind your door
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Say whats mine is mine and not yours
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I may have too much
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But I¡¯ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score
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And you¡¯ll cling to the things they sold you
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Did you cover your eyes when they told you
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That he cant come back
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¡®Cause he has no children
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to come back for
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And its hard to love when theres so much to hate
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And hanging onto hope
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When there is no hope to speak of
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And the wounded skies above
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Say its much, much too late
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Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
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Praying For Time
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| Carrie Underwood |
