First of Many - The Fortunate Ones Lyrics

Im not struggling to survive,
here every day is a joyride
Im one of the fortunate ones
And for that Im thankful,
cause every day I see the less joyful,
and now Ive got my hands full,
everyday, everyday, everyday

Youre driving through the inner city
Through sunshine and through rain, to take away the pain

So you can lean your head on me,
not seventy million times but this one time
You could be one of the fortunate ones
And for that you should be thankful
Got lots to give but keep your pockets full
You keep your pockets full
If you cant stand up tall,
get ready to fall,
ready to fall

Youre driving through the inner city
Through sunshine and through rain, to take away the pain

Youre driving through the inner city

Youre driving through the inner city
Through sunshine and through rain, to take away the pain
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