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Magazines Lyrics

two days and my money's spent

i can't tell you just where i've been

i only gamble when i steal

but i like the way it feels

my hands still smell like a magazine

i keep having the same old dream

everything is what it seems

something's wrong and i'm off to sleep

white knuckles on a baseball bat

i know just where i'm at

sun shone like david copperfield

daddy, tell me it's not real

two feet, knee-deep in doubt

around the bases and at home i'm out

but if you're never home i doubt

that you will ever see me out

parking lot is a hiding place

'cause under the cars you can't see my face

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