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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Blunt
James Blunt
Vocals
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Electric Guitar
John Garrison
John Garrison
Bass Guitar
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
Keyboards
Karl Brazil
Karl Brazil
Drums
Luke Potashnick
Luke Potashnick
Guitar
Arden Hart
Arden Hart
Keyboards
Paul Beard
Paul Beard
Piano
Ben Castle
Ben Castle
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Blunt
James Blunt
Songwriter
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Producer
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Additional Engineer
Sam Miller
Sam Miller
Additional Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe Kearns
Joe Kearns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
Producer
Guy Massey
Guy Massey
Recording Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

There is an empty space in the chair tonight Cause he don't feel right There are storm clouds 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 'Cause 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 T.V. killed them all in America Though the sun always shines in the magazines 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 The answer's not the one he was looking for And 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 T.V. killed them all in America Though the sun always shines in the magazines 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 T.V. killed them all in America Though the sun always shines in the magazines 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 T.V. killed them all in America Though the sun always shines in the magazines Tonight can we be free to be who we really are
Writer(s): Gregory Kurstin, James Blount Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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