paroles de chanson Dirty Magazines - Dylan Joel
Old
dirty
magazines
Under
my
bed
Really
something
you
don't
need,
carefully
tread
Secrets
I
can't
let
you
see,
for
better
though
Wonder
what
you
think
of
me,
it's
hard
to
know
Oooh,
I'm
trying
to
hide
it
Oooh,
no
compromising
Oooh,
you're
not
invited
So
you
won't
see
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oooh,
if
I
told
you
what
would
it
achieve,
yeah
What
would
it
achieve
if
I
told
you
so?
Oooh,
if
I
told
you
what
would
you
receive,
yeah
What
would
you
receive
if
you
had
to
know?
Speak
the
truth
On
Sunday's
I
still
break
my
bread
and
Listen
to
everything
the
pastor
says,
yeah
But
for
you,
some
things
are
better
left
unsaid
So
you
won't
see
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Well
magazines
are
secrets
Under
our
bed
Bogus
to
our
closest
friends
and
hope
that
they
won't
care
Well
someday
they'll
forget
And
if
someday
never
comes
around,
We'll
pretend,
we'll
try
and
pretend
Dust
builds,
covers
fade,
the
pages
still
remain
Sweep
them
under
the
rug,
and
watch
the
ink
begin
to
stain
Blink
and
hope
for
change,
but
change
will
never
come
Unless
we
share
our
magazines,
vulnerability
is
love
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
you
won't
see
my
dirty
magazines,
my
magazines
Oh,
no,
but
if
you
show
me
your
magazines,
your
magazines
Then
oh,
no,
I
guess
that
you
can
see
my
Magazines,
I
guess
that
you
can
see
my
magazine
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