A Magazine Lyrics

	作曲 : Antonoff
	Everyone wants to be part of the scene
	See themselves pretty in a magazine
	So when my life did read just like a book
	Out of corners and cracks they came to look
	And that's the story from the years that came
	Everyone wants to be part of the shame
	What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene
	Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine
	Open up to read about a murder
	Look at the pretty lipstick shades
	And that's just how you met your
	Frank Sinatra
	On the paper thin walls of a magazine
	Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
	Who knows what you're really bound to be
	You put the pages on your mirror
	Another sob story, yeah, but
	It will never fill you up just like the way
	You always hoped it bound to be
	Who are you?
	Dream a dream, she looks like
	MadonnaOr find a
	Jesus of your own
	Or something different, just made for your cover
	No religion is fit for a magazine
	Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
	Who knows what you're really bound to be
	You put the pages on your mirror
	You'll never measure up to that
	Another sob story, yeah, but
	It will never fill you up just like the way
	You always hoped it bound to be
	Who are you?
	So you read it in a magazine
	And I had seen the things
	I'd never dream
	Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine

	zuo qu : Antonoff
	Everyone wants to be part of the scene
	See themselves pretty in a magazine
	So when my life did read just like a book
	Out of corners and cracks they came to look
	And that' s the story from the years that came
	Everyone wants to be part of the shame
	What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene
	Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine
	Open up to read about a murder
	Look at the pretty lipstick shades
	And that' s just how you met your
	Frank Sinatra
	On the paper thin walls of a magazine
	Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
	Who knows what you' re really bound to be
	You put the pages on your mirror
	Another sob story, yeah, but
	It will never fill you up just like the way
	You always hoped it bound to be
	Who are you?
	Dream a dream, she looks like
	MadonnaOr find a
	Jesus of your own
	Or something different, just made for your cover
	No religion is fit for a magazine
	Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
	Who knows what you' re really bound to be
	You put the pages on your mirror
	You' ll never measure up to that
	Another sob story, yeah, but
	It will never fill you up just like the way
	You always hoped it bound to be
	Who are you?
	So you read it in a magazine
	And I had seen the things
	I' d never dream
	Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine

	zuò qǔ : Antonoff
	Everyone wants to be part of the scene
	See themselves pretty in a magazine
	So when my life did read just like a book
	Out of corners and cracks they came to look
	And that' s the story from the years that came
	Everyone wants to be part of the shame
	What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene
	Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine
	Open up to read about a murder
	Look at the pretty lipstick shades
	And that' s just how you met your
	Frank Sinatra
	On the paper thin walls of a magazine
	Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
	Who knows what you' re really bound to be
	You put the pages on your mirror
	Another sob story, yeah, but
	It will never fill you up just like the way
	You always hoped it bound to be
	Who are you?
	Dream a dream, she looks like
	MadonnaOr find a
	Jesus of your own
	Or something different, just made for your cover
	No religion is fit for a magazine
	Picked up and paid for, yeah, but
	Who knows what you' re really bound to be
	You put the pages on your mirror
	You' ll never measure up to that
	Another sob story, yeah, but
	It will never fill you up just like the way
	You always hoped it bound to be
	Who are you?
	So you read it in a magazine
	And I had seen the things
	I' d never dream
	Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine

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