| 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 storm clouds 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
|
| 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
|
| 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 |