Magazines 歌词

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 Magazies, tearing pieces of me They just fall out They just fall out If you see three fingers Read between the lines Its what I thought you where 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 Magazies, tearing pieces of me They just fall out They just fall out Let me spell it out, Let me spell it Magazies, tearing pieces of me They just fall out They just fall out