Time to Pretend

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Black Country, New Road - Rock

Time to Pretend

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[Verse 1] 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 pictures and fuck with the stars You man the island, play some croquet with some elegant cars [Pre-Chorus 1] 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? Honestly forgotten Life can always start up anew Forget about our mothеrs and our friends [Chorus] We werе fated to pretend To pretend Fated to pretend [Verse 2] I'll miss the playground and the animals and diggin' 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 I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone [Pre-Chorus 2] 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 [Chorus] We were fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend [Outro] I said yeah, yeah, yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • Andrew VanWyngarden
  • Ben Goldwasser