Tout change , tout changera, tout evolura.
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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 boredom
And the freedom
And the time spent alone.
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,
everything must run its 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
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