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Blunt James Some Kind Of Trouble

Wooooah, Wooooah, Wooooahh, hey! It's 72 degrees outside, zero chance of rain It's been a perfect day We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from

choices but they all disappointments And they only steal me away from you Climb into our private bubble Let's get into all kinds of trouble Chorus

When you wake up Turn the radio on And you'll hear this simple song That I made up That I made up for you When you're driving Turn the radio up --------------------

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

each other but some things they just don't work out There were tears in my eyes when she walked away We had plans to get married some day But the

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 of

: I'll be standing in the corner Just watching her slaughter them See you all go wild I've been dipping in my finger Testing out the water See you on

: 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

each other but some things they just don't work out There were tears in my eyes when she walked away We had plans to get married some day But the promises