Testi:
Blunt James Some Kind Of Trouble

You don't like it in the shadows You won't let me shine a light I would wash away your troubles But it seems The more that I hold on The more that you

Always looking for love She's beginning to think she's cursed On her looks she judged By the folks at work She don't care for fashion and fame Those kind

When you wake up Turn the radio on Now hear this simple song That I made up That I made up for you When you're driving Turn the radio up Cause I can

it? Nobody has to say I?ve been lucky. Guess I was born that way. I thank my father, his absence has made me strong. And I love my mother but she had troubles

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

not her friend no, not second best I?ll send her home unless they?re both in it Together having had both of each other That?s my kinda party! That?s my kinda

Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights

You don't like it in the shadows but you won't let me shine a light I would wash away your troubles But it seems The more that I hold on The more that

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