Time to Pretend
MGMT"Time to Pretend" is a song by MGMT, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:58 long and contains 21 lines and 206 words.
Lyrics
0:30I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life
0:39Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives
0:49I'll move to Paris shoot some heroin and f**k with the stars
0:58You man the island and the coc*ine and the elegant cars
1:07This is our decision to live fast and die young
1:12We've got the vision now let's have some fun
1:26Yeah it's overwhelming but what else can we do
1:31Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute
1:46Forget about our mothers and our friends
1:53We were fated to pretend
2:15I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
2:24I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
2:33I'll miss my sister miss my father miss my dog and my home
2:42Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
2:52But there is really nothing nothing we can do
2:57Love must be forgotten Life can always start up anew
3:11The models will have children we'll get a divorce
3:16We'll find some more models Everything must run its course
3:30We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
3:37We were fated to pretend
3:58Yeah yeah yeah
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 f**k with the stars You man the island and the coc*ine 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 were 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 were fated to pretend Yeah yeah yeah
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