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When prayers don't get answered by heaven above And it seems like all I've got is time When there's no one to fill my heart with love When my mind's eye is blind To escape this emptiness I feel I can fill my head with pretty pictures It's better that I read about things that are real Instead of some made-up scripture They're merely objects of my desire I have the will, but not the means Magazine, things I'll never be able to do Magazine, every time I've got a case of the blues Magazine, places I won't ever go Magazine, things I've always wanted to know Magazine, stuff I'll never be able to own Magazine, dream of calling another place home Travel without being heard or seen, magazine Can't really afford the monthly rate I've been out of circulation But it's the stories that I can't go without The trials and the tribulations Can't make it out to a bookstore A newstand or coffee shop But when it's delivered to my mailbox It's a subscription I won't ever stop Architecture, travel, sports and wildlife Satire set me free Magazine, things I'll never be able to do Magazine, every time I've got a case of the blues Magazine, places I won't ever go Magazine, things I've always wanted to know Magazine, stuff I'll never be able to own Magazine, dream of calling another place home Travel without being heard or seen, magazine Can't throw away the old volumes Stacks of fantasies against the wall They're the closest I'll get to the real thing These dreams, I paid for them all All it is is just ink and paper And every month it's sent to my home But it brings the rest of the world to me All the places I'll never roam All I can do is sit alone and daydream And live my life vicariously Magazine, things I'll never be able to do Magazine, every time I've got a case of the blues Magazine, places I won't ever go Magazine, things I've always wanted to know Magazine, stuff I'll never be able to own Magazine, dream of calling another place home Travel without being heard or seen, magazine No one can ever take away my dreams, magazine
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