Magazines

The Automatic

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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