Magazines

Originally performed by the everybodyfields.

Two days and the money’s spent
I can’t tell you just where I’ve been
I only gamble when I steal
‘Cause I like the way it feels

And my hands still smell like a magazine
I keep having the same old dream
If everything is what it seems
Something’s wrong; I’m off to sleep

White knuckles on a baseball bat
And I know just where I’m at
The sun shone just like David Copperfield
Daddy tell me it’s not real

Two feet knee-deep in doubt
Around the bases and home I’m out
But if you’re never home I doubt
You will ever see me out

The parking lot is a hiding place
‘Cause under the cars
You can’t see my face

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