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Time To Pretend


Oracular Spectacular

I'm feelin rough I'm feelin 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 manage 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 brothers and our friends.
We are fated 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 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,
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.

We'll choke on our vomit
and that will be the end.
We are fated to pretend.

Yeah yeah yeah

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