I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, on the prime of my life Let's make some music, some money, some wine I'll move to Paris, the heroin on a star You'll man the island, the cocaine and the car
This is our decision, live fast, die young We've got a vision, now let's have some fun Yes, it's overwhelming, but what can we do Get jobs, wake up, commute
Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend We're fated to pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds, the animals and worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the world I'll miss my sister and my father, my dog I'll miss the boredom, the freedom, alone
There is nothing, nothing we can do Love forgotten, life will start anew Models, children, we'll divorce We'll find more, everything runs its course
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We're fated to pretend We're fated to pretend We're fated to pretend
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