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Time To Pretend (Lyrics)

I'm feeling rough,
I'm feeling raw,
I'm in the prime of my life.

Let's make some music, makes some money, find some models for wives.

I'll move to Paris shoot some heroin, and f*ck with the stars.

You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young,
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs at offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends,
We were fated to pretend.
To pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms,
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home, yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom, and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do,
Love must be forgotten,
Life can always start up anew.

The models will have children,
We'll get a divorce,
Find some more models,
Everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit, and that will be the end.

We were fated to pretend.
To pretend.

Saying, yeah yeah yeah.
Yeah yeah yeah.
Yeah yeah yeah.
Yeah yeah yeah.