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