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 I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm  the prime of my life.
 Let's make some music,  some money, find some models for wives.
 I'll move to Paris, shoot some  and f**k with the stars.
 You man the island and the cocaine and  elegant cars.
 
 This is our decision, to  fast and die young.
 We've got  vision, now let's have some fun.
 Yeah,  overwhelming, but what else can we do.
 Get jobs in offices, and  up for the morning commute.
 
 Forget about our mothers  our friends
  fated to pretend
 To pretend
 We're fated to 
 To pretend
 
 I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and  up worms
 I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight  the world
 I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss  dog and my home
 Yeah, I'll miss the  and the freedom and the time spent alone.
 
 There's really  nothing we can do
 Love must be forgotten, life can always  up anew.
 The models will have children, we'll  a divorce
 We'll find some  models, everyting must run it's course.
 
 We'll choke on our vomit and  will be the end
 We  fated to pretend
 To pretend
 We're fated to 
 To pretend
 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
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