Magazines Songtext
von The Automatic

Tearing out pages from your only book
Circle the bold print, it′s where you have to look
I could try but I wouldn't get too far
Tearing out pages, I wouldn′t get that far

Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out

If you see three fingers, read between the lines
It's what I thought you were good at, but you do what you like
I could try but I wouldn't get too far
Making holes in pictures, tearing words apart


Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out

Let me spell it out, let me spell it

Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out