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 NOTE;  I CAPOED 3RD FRET TO PLAY IN SAME OCTAVE AS JIM CUDDY'S RECORDING


C          G                           
Too many hands
 F             C                
carving up the sky
      C            G   C        G                       
and leaving their mark in the sand.

      C       G  
Our destiny moves

     F             C  G  Am        

no matter where we stand.
                              
     G         C  
   Too many hands.
          C         G                    
There's dust in my eyes
  F            C                            
poison in my brain
      C         G           G C G                           
an ocean that runs through my veins.
     C           G                         
But here in my chest
         F                  C   G  Am                           
there's a feeling I don't understand.
  G        C                            
Too many hands.
  G                            
Here on the highest ground
          F                C G  
you can see how far we've gone.
 Am   Em           F           G                           
One voice cries echoes on and on.
  C        G                            
Far away gone
          F            C G Am                             
I'll be hiding from the plans
  G           C                          
of too many hands.
                             
BREAK...C G F C   ETC  

   G
 Traces of history
      F           C G                        
appear across the sky.
   Am  Em          F               G                          
 Lay down now and let your spirit fly.
  C        G                           
Too many hands
   F             C                          
 fade away with time.
           C            G C G              
 they're losing themselves in the plan.
 C          G                            
I offer my voice
   F         C G Am                          
 hear me if you can.
 G         C G Am                    
Too many hands
  G        C                            
Too many hands.

C G F C   ETC TO FADE