• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Magazines - Duncan Sheik
• Magazines - John Wetton
• Magazines - Brand New
• Magazines - Automatic
• Magazines - The Brand New Heavies
• Magazines - Hold Steady

you see them everywhere
you know those magazines
yeah I've bought a few
they show you everything
so many news stands
as I'm passing by
but rows and rows of you
are bound to catch my eye
now everyone can gaze upon your body
its good for you - I guess you have no shame
I never knew if how I acted
would make you seek revenge
and now I know
and you're in magazines
but is it really you
in the empty world
I shouldn't be surprised
you're an ambitious girl
with all that naked skin as sweet as honey
Maybe you just really needed money
I wondered if I would be punished for
my voyeuristic pleasure
and now I know
and you're in magazines
and now I know
and you're in magazines
now I know
I tear through pages
of every kind of pose
but its not really you I see
when I look real close
no you're a little bit different
you're a little bit different
you're a little bit different
and now I know
and you're in magazines
now I know
and you're in magazines
I'm alone
and you're in magazines
so it never was you
no, it never was you
it never was you

Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines?
Sun through the blinds, mornings in Rome
Talking so fine, feeling so low
Bright magazines, strewn on the floor
Took their revenge, chose to ignore
Roman spring, coloured everything with days in store
Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines?
Inside information, glossy invitations from
Galaxies of laughing souls
And the wine, made you dance in time
Time to see the dawn
Knights in arms, lie in sympathy, bleeding on the lawn
Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines?
Inside information, the glossy invitations
To chronicles of love and pain ...
Come the Fall, on your balcony, against the wall
Feel a chill, turn around to find, no-one there at all

Laetitia, you destroy me,
so I can't see why I feel so lonely
when you and me could be forever
perfectly perfect together. I know.
Broken down in my dead bedroom,
stuttering to pictures of you.
I know that you can always see me.
I saw you staring through my TV last night.
So I'll leave the door open all night,
in case you decide you want to stop on by.
Because you got to know who's been singing that song on the radio.
The one that goes...(the one that goes...)
My friends all call me crazy cause I
stay up late anticipating,
and planning for the day I sweep you
off your feet, I'd never leave you alone.
Laetitia, you got my hand shaking,
I'm begging you oh baby please stop breaking
my heart because I got the feeling
that you and I will never really get it on.
So I'll leave the door open all night,
in case you decide you want to stop on by.
Because you got to know who's been singing that song on the radio.
The one that goes...(the one that goes...)
Girl, come to me.
The only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need,
or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines.
Come to me.
The only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need,
or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines.
Girl, come to me.
The only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need,
or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines.
Girl, come to me.
The only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need,
or I'll be left alone forever…
Laetitia, you destroy me,
so I can see why I feel so lonely
when you and me could be forever

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.
Oh oh - oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh - oh oh oh oh!
Let me spell it out, let me spell it.
Let me spell it out, let me spell it.
Let me spell it out, let me spell it.
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.
Magazines, tearing pieces of me.
They just fall out, they just fall out.
Magazines, tearing pieces of me.

My pain is never ending
I feel it grow inside
Frustration overwhelms me
There's no place left to hide
My mind is always racing
These things can't stay the same
I want to see the difference
I want to see the change
I'm standing outside
For you decide
But I don't want to wait
And I tried to be strong
As we went along
And you said nothing changed
So what's left to believe?
I'm not going to leave
There's nothing left to say
Don''t say you were blind
Because I never lied
I'm just hoping now that you will remember me
You know just what you're doing
Because you do it oh so well
And maybe you tried to fool me
But I never fooled myself
Your story is always changing
But things still stay the same
And sometimes I long to see you
And sometimes I stay away

She's always funny in the morning
She isn't always funny in the night
Once she gets a couple drinks in, she's probably gonna tell you you ain't doing anything right
Then you'll roll your eyes and then you'll probably fight
She mainly trades in adoration
She gets pretty wasted at the celebrations
The benefits and the building dedications
It's always sunny in the morning
It sucks around the ending of the night
When she storms out of the restaurant
I think you're supposed to chase her to the lights
One boy hits her like a tambourine
The other dissing me on her message machine
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you
I hope you'll still let me kiss you
One boy calls while the other texts
She's got boys on board and boys on deck
Second dates and lipstick tissues
New York gets pretty heavy, girl, I hope it doesn't crush you
Magazines and daddy issues
I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you
Second dates and lipstick tissues
New York gets pretty heavy, girl, I hope it doesn't crush you
Magazines and daddy issues