Theress a magazine called sunset
And a tape machine that won`t let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
Let`s take a map across your pillow
And breathe the sky in through your window
I`ll stay in the middle
And watch your books cave in
Oh, maybe you`re my inspiration
Just lead me to some new sensation
I`ll make a little guide
We can follow
Cause there`s a magazine called sunset
And a tape machine that won`t let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
Or I`m a future fall out standing
In the present race I phantom
There`s a magazine
There`s a magazine
Oh there`s a magazine
Oh yeah
Or I`m a future fall out standing
In the present race I phantom
There`s a magazine
And a tape machine
That`s everything
There`s a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that`s everything
Oh yeah
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