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D These are the days of the open hA/Dand
They will not be the lAmastD
Look around now
These GmareD the days of the bBb6eggars aCnd the chDoosers
This is the year of the hungry A/Dman
Whose place is in the AmpasDt
Hand in hand with GmignDorance and leBb6gitimateC excusEmes
The rich declare themselves pB7oor
And most of us are not sEm7ure D
If we have too much but we?ll tA7ake our chances
?Cause God stopped kB7eeping scEmore
I guess somewhere along the wB7ay
He must have let us all out to Em7playD
And turned his back
And aA7ll God?s children
Crept G/Bout the bDack door
And its hard to love A/D
Theres so much to hate Am D
Hanging onto hope Gm D
When there Bb6is no hCope to spDeak of
And the wounded skies aA/Dbove
Say its much too lAmateD
Oh GmmayDbe we should Bb6all be prCaying for tDime Gm D Bb6 A7
D This is the year of the empty hA/Dand
Oh you hold onto what you AmcanD
And charity is a GmcoaDt you wear tBb6wice a yCear
D These are the days of the guilty A/Dman
your television takes a AmstaDnd
And you find tGmhatD what was over tBb6here
Is oCver heEmre
So you scream from behind your dB7oor
Say whats mine is mine and not yEm7oursD
I may have too much
But I?ll tA7ake my chances cause God stopped keB7eping sEmcore
And you?ll cling to the things they sB7old you
Did you cover your eyes when they tEm7old Dyou
That he cant come back
?Cause he A7has no children
to cG/Bome back fDor
And its hard to love A/D when theres so much to hate Am D
And hanging onto hope Gm D
When there Bb6is no hCope to spDeak of
And the wounded skies abA/Dove
Say its much, much AmtooD late
Mm, well GmmayDbe we shouldBb6 all be pCraying D for tiGmme D A7 D
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