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Karaokê Praying for Time - George Michael

Esta música é uma versão de Praying for Time, popularizada por George Michael

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Sobre

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 65 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Si♭

Duração: 04:40 - Visualizar: 02:29

Ano de lançamento: 1990
Estilos: Pop, Em inglês
Autor Original: George Michael

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Letra Praying for Time

Whoa, oh yeah
Mmm do do do oh
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last look around now
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 'cos God 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 much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
Do do do, oh
Mmm oh, oh yeah
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 'cos God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back 'cos 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
So maybe we should all be praying for time
Do do do
Oh yeah

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