I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life.
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Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
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I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
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You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
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This is our decision to live fast and die young.
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We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
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Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
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Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
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Forget about our mothers and our friends.
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We were fated to pretend.
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I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
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I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
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I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
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Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
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But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
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Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
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The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
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We'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
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We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
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We were fated to pretend.
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Time To Pretend
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| MGMT |
