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Lyrics
THE FORTUNATE ONES – Words and Music by Jon Kahn Copyright 2002
They come alive, and pray that theres no one.
Who can see, they got bullets but a broken gun
So they come in through the out door lookin for a place to hide
Theyve spent a long time brushing off the death inside
Hey we have seen them all before…man they dont change
They just smile and swap their clothes….impatiently they wait
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take your place in the sun
We dont need to pretend were the fortunate ones
They come alive, looking for some love and lust
And they believe in a power they dont really trust
So they come in through the outdoor and wonder if theyll get inside
Theyve come along way, shuffling with shoes untied.
Hey we have seen them all before…man they dont change
They just smile and swap their clothes….impatiently they wait
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take your place in the sun
We dont need to pretend were the fortunate ones
Maybe one day they might see
That there is some dirt you cant clean
But it might feel good to the touch
Sometimes theres gold where there is dust…and need.
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take another one
We dont need to pretend We dont need to pretend
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take a place in the sun
We dont need to pretend were the fortunate ones
Were the fortunate ones. Were the fortunate ones. Were the fortunate ones.
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