All My Friends

One, two, tree, four...
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 All my friends in magazines
 Got addicted to the word, 'leave'
 And they all wrote love songs that they believed
 Little lies and massive dreams
 They all request that you slow down
 
 They all request that you slow down
 You've got to turn it around
 And make a save
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 There's a whore inside their bed
 The duvets wish that they were still wet
 And all the songs they wrote instead
 Your ex-lover is not dead
 They all request that you slow down
 They all request that you slow down
 You've got to turn it around
 And make a save
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 All my friends in magazines
 Got addicted to the word, 'leave'
 And all the old songs that you believe
 Once they stop you can't repeat
 And once, you stop you can't repeat