Текст песни Praying for Time (Live At Abbey Road) - George Michael
Do
you
think
we
have
time
Do
you
think
we
have
time
These
are
the
days
of
the
open
hand
They
will
not
be
the
last
Look
around
you
These
are
the
days
of
the
beggars
and
the
choosers
This
is
the
year
of
the
hungry
man
Whose
place
is
in
the
past
Hand
in
hand
with
ignorance
And
legitimate
excuses
The
rich
declare
themselves
poor
And
most
of
us
are
not
sure
If
we
have
too
much
But
we′ll
take
our
chances
'Cause
God′s
stopped
keeping
score
I
guess
somewhere
along
the
way
He
must
have
let
us
all
out
to
play
Turned
His
back
and
all
God's
children
Crept
out
the
back
door
And
it's
hard
to
love,
there′s
so
much
to
hate
Hanging
on
to
hope
When
there
is
no
hope
to
speak
of
And
the
wounded
skies
above,
say
it′s
much
too
much
too
late
Well
maybe
we
should
all
be
praying
for
time
Do
you
think
we
have
time
Do
you
think
we
have
time
These
are
the
days
of
the
empty
hand
Oh
you
hold
on
to
what
you
can
And
charity
is
a
coat
you
wear
twice
a
year
This
is
the
year
of
the
guilty
man
Your
television
takes
a
stand
And
you
find
that
what
was
over
there,
is
over
here
So
you
scream
from
behind
your
door
Say
what's
mine
is
mine
and
not
yours
I
may
have
too
much
but
I′ll
take
my
chances
'Cause
God′s
stopped
keeping
score
So
now
you
lying
on
the
things
they
sold
you
Did
you
cover
your
eyes
when
they
told
you
That
He
can't
come
back
′Cause
He
has
no
children
to
come
back
for
It's
hard
to
love,
there's
so
much
to
hate
Hanging
on
to
hope,
when
there
is
no
hope
to
speak
of
And
the
wounded
skies
above
say
it′s
much
too
late
Well
maybe
we
should
all
be
praying
for
time
Do
you
think
we
have
time
Do
you
think
we
have
time
Please
give
us
time
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