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A Do _ .
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Dm _ _
G you think we
A have time?
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E _ Do you think we
A have time?
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Dm _ _ _
G _
A These are the days of the open hand.
We will not be the last.
Look around now.
Dm These are the days of the beggars
G and the
A choosers.
This is the year of the hungry man.
Whose place is in the past.
Hand in hand
Dm with vigorous and legitimate
G _
Bm excuses.
The rich declare
F# themselves poor.
And most of us are
D not sure.
If
E we have it too much.
But we're taking
F# our chances,
Bm say.
I sang twenty
F# years and a day.
But nothing
D changed.
The human race found
E some other guy.
And walked into the
A flame.
It's hard to
E love.
There's so much to
A hate.
Hang on to
Dm hope.
When there's
G no hope
A to speak of.
In the room that skies above.
Say it's much too late _ .
Dm Then maybe we should only
G pray
A for time
E Do you?.
_
A _ Do _
Dm _ _
G you think
A we have time?.
E Do you?.
Do you think
A we have time?.
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Dm _ _ _
E A These are the days of the empty hand.
Oh, we hold on to what you can Charity, charity.
Is
Dm the coach you win.
G Twice a
A year.
This is the year of the guilty man.
Television takes a stand.
Em And
A you'll find
Dm that what was over there.
G Is over
Bm here.
So you scream from behind
F# your door.
Say what's mine is mine and
D not yours.
E I may have too much.
But I'll take my
F# chances,
Bm say.
I sang twenty
F# years and a day.
There's nothing
D changed.
The human race found
E some other guy.
And walked into the
A flames.
It's hard to love.
Jesus has so much to hate.
Hang on to
Dm hope.
There is
G no hope
A to speak of.
In the room that skies above.
_ Say it's much too late _ .
Dm Then maybe we should only
G pray
A for time _
E Do you?
.
_
A Do you?
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_
Dm _ _
Bm Do you think
A we have time?
_ .
E Do you?.
_ Do you think
A we have time?.
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Dm Am Lord,
Dm A give
G#m us
A time.
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