GEORGE MICHAEL - Praying For Time lyrics

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These are the days of the open hand<br>They will not be the last<br>Look around now<br>These are the days of the beggars<br>And the choosers<br><br>This is the year of the hungry man<br>Whose place is in the past<br>Hand in hand with ignorance<br>And legitimate excuses<br><br>The rich declare themselves poor<br>And most of us are not sure<br>If we have too much<br>But we'll take our chances<br>Because God stopped keeping score<br>I guess somewhere along the way<br>He must have let us all out to play<br>Turned his back and all god's children<br>Crept out the back door<br><br>Chorus<br>And it's hard to love,<br>There's so much to hate<br>Hanging on to hope<br>When there is no hope to speak of<br>And the wounded skies above<br>Say it's much too late<br>Well maybe we should all be<br>Praying for time<br><br>These are the days of the empty hand<br>Oh you hold on to what you can<br>And charity is a coat you wear<br>Twice a year<br><br>This is the year of the guilty man<br>Your television takes a stand<br>And you find that what was over there<br>Is over here<br><br>So you scream from behind your door<br>Say what's mine is mine and not yours<br>I may have too much<br>But I'll take my chances<br>Because God stopped keeping score<br>And you cling to the things<br>They sold you<br>Did you cover your eyes when<br>They told you<br>That he can't come back<br>Because he has no children<br>To come back for<br><br>Chorus