Текст, перевод и аккорды “My Magazine”
- Tell me what you like, I'll print it all You need laughs, 'Cause you don't need misery Just tell me what you need, I'll tell it all Screw the facts, I can give you fantasy My magazine I'm talking about my magazine... Just tell me what you want, I print it all You need help, It's a sick society Just tell me what you need, I sell it all Who needs friends I'm collecting enemies My magazine I'm talking about my magazine...
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