Time To Pretend Medium

by MGMT

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

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

I'll move to Paris
heroin and fuck with the stars

You man the island
And the and the elegant cars

This is our decision
To live 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 up for the 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 boredom and the freedom
And the time alone

But there is really nothing
Nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can start up anew

The models will have children
We'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models
Everything must run it's course

We'll choke on our vomit
And that be the end
We fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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