There is an empty space in the chair tonight
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Cause he don't feel right
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There are stormclouds brewing at the back of his mind
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As he steps outside
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He will be twenty in a week
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But he's old for his years
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He's had many of those
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To confront his own fears
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But his father's not the man he'd like to grow up to be
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And his mother isn't growing old gracefully
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He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar
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Cause reality tv killed them all in america
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Oh the sun always shines in a magazine
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Tonight can we be free to be who we really are
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There is an empty space between the lines tonight
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And it burns so bright
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And the angry silence that he throws on the floor
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Says he don't care anymore
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He had money for the truth
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But love's a lot more
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And the answer's is not the one he was looking for
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His father's not the man he'd like to grow up to be
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And his mother is his mother reluctantly
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He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar
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Cause reality tv killed them all in america
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Oh the sun always shines in a magazine
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Tonight can we be free to be who we really are
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He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar
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Cause reality tv killed them all in america
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Oh the sun always shines in a magazine
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Tonight can we be free to be who we really are
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Superstar
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James Blunt |