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This are the days of the open handThey will not be the lastLook around nowThese are the days of the beggars and the choosersThis is the year of the hungry manWhose place is in the pastHand in hand with ignoranceAnd legitimate excusesThe rich declare themselves poorAnd most of us are not sureIf we have too muchBut we'll take our chances'Cause God stopped keeping scoreI guess somewhere along the wayHe must have let us all out to playTurned His back and all God's childrenCrept out the back door(Chorus)And it's hard to love,there's so much to hateHanging on to hopeWhen there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies above say,"It's much too late."Well,maybe we should all bePraying for timeThis is the year of the empty handOh you hold on to what you canAnd charity is a coat you wear twice a weekThese are the days of the guilty menYour television takes a standAnd you find that what was over there is over hereSo you scream from behind your doorSay,"What's mine is mine and not yours!I may have too much,but I'll take my chances'Cause God stopped keeping score."And you cling to the things they sold youDid you cover your eyes when they told youThat He can't come back,'cause He has no childrenTo come back forChorus
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