Jim Cuddy - Too many hands

^CToo ma^Emny hands ^FCarving up^C the sky And^C leaving their ^Emmark in the ^Gsand. ^COur destiny ^Emmoves ^FNo matter where we ^Cst^Emand ^{Am G}Too many ^Chands.

^CThere's dust in my ^Emeyes ^FPoison in my ^Cbrain ^CAn ocean that ^Emruns through my ^Gveins. But ^Chere in my ^Emchest There's a^F feeling I don't un^Cder^Emstand ^{Am G} Too many^C hands.

^GHere on the highest ground’ you can ^Fsee how far we've ^Cgone^{Em Am}One ^Emvoice cries ^Fechoes on and ^Gon.

And ^Cfar away ^Emgone I'll be ^Fhiding from the ^Cpl^Emans^Am Of too many ^Chands.

^{C Em F C} / ^{C Em G} / ^{C Em F C Em Am G C G}Traces of history ^FAppear across the ^Csky ^{Em Am}Lay ^Emdown now and ^Flet your spirit ^Gfly

^CToo many ^Emhands ^FFade away with ^Ctime. They're ^Closing them^Emselves in the ^Gplan. I ^Coffer my ^Emvoice ^FHear me if you ^Cca^Em n ^{Am G} Too many ^Chands^{Em Am G} Too many ^Chands

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