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I'm not struggling to survive, here every day is a joyride I'm one of the fortunate ones And for that I'm thankful, 'cause every day I see the less joyful, and now I've got my hands full, everyday, everyday, everyday You're 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 can't stand up tall, get ready to fall, ready to fall You're driving through the inner city, Through sunshine and through rain, to take away the pain You're driving through the inner city, You're driving through the inner city, Through sunshine and through rain, to take away the pain |