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Letras: James Blunt. Some Kind Of Trouble. Superstar.

There is an empty space in the chair tonight

Cause he don't feel right

There are stormclouds brewing at the back of his mind

As he steps outside



He will be twenty in a week

But he's old for his years

He's had many of those

To confront his own fears



But his father's not the man he'd like to grow up to be

And his mother isn't growing old gracefully



He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar

Cause reality tv killed them all in america

Oh the sun always shines in a magazine

Tonight can we be free to be who we really are



There is an empty space between the lines tonight

And it burns so bright


And the angry silence that he throws on the floor

Says he don't care anymore



He had money for the truth

But love's a lot more

And the answer's is not the one he was looking for

His father's not the man he'd like to grow up to be

And his mother is his mother reluctantly



He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar

Cause reality tv killed them all in america

Oh the sun always shines in a magazine

Tonight can we be free to be who we really are



He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar

Cause reality tv killed them all in america

Oh the sun always shines in a magazine

Tonight can we be free to be who we really are