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Im feeling rough, Im feeling raw, Im in the prime of my life.
Lets make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
Ill move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
Weve got the vision, now lets have some fun.
Yeah, its overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
Were fated to pretend
To pretend
Were fated to pretend
To pretend
Ill miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
Ill miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
Ill miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, Ill miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.
Theres really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, well get a divorce
Well find some more models, everyting must run its course.
Well choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
Were fated to pretend
To pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah