Time To Pretend lyrics

Artist  : Mgmt 
Song : Time To Pretend



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

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

I'll 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.

We've got the vision, now let's have some
fun.

Yeah, it's 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

We're
fated to pretend

To pretend

We're
fated to pretend

To pretend



I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and
digging up worms

I'll miss the comfort of
my mother and the weight of the world

I'll
miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and
my home

Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the
freedom and the time spent alone.



But
there's 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

We'll find some more
models, everyting must run it's course.



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

We were fated to pretend

To pretend

We're fated to pretend

To pretend



Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah