The Automatic - Magazines lyrics

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 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