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      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      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   You once, you stop you can?t repeat