Magazines Songtext
von Clodelle

You were prom queen
Congratulations you′re 19
And you were the
Hottest shit out here
I saw your face on the
Cover of a couple magazines
Congratulations,
You're the hottest shit out here
Packed your bags with no teary eyes
You knew you′d have it all in this town of lies
Places and people they've got unfamiliar minds
You knew you'd have it all in this

This place you could hide

And all that you left behind
Are the lyrics that you′ve sang


La la, la la la la
Land of dreams
How sinful of you to take me in
La la, la la la la
Land of dreams
You make me so happy
Now all I want is to leave that city

Fast cars, and jet sets bars
People want a piece of who you are
Your spark shines bright
But the memories fade
Soon you forget your trueness in your fame.
And your shell appears untouched,
But you′re hollow for the bucks

And all that you left behind

Are the lyrics that you've sang

La la, la la la la
Land of dreams
How sinful of you to take me in
La la, la la la la
Land of dreams
You made me so happy
Now all I want is to leave that city