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Verse:
D                              G                          D     
I'm feelin rough  I'm feelin   raw I'm in the prime of my life
D                               G                          D   
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
D                              G                        D    
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and xxxx with the stars.
D                          G                       D     
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

Pre-Chorus:
G                       
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
                                          D 
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
G                           
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
                                                D 
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Chorus:
A                                Gbm
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
        G     A     D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.
        G           D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.

Verse:
D                                 G                      D
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
D                           G                            D
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
D                            G                          D
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
D                                  G                          D
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

Pre-Chorus:
G                            
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
                                                 D
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
G                              
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
                                                     D
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.

Chorus:
A                                             Gbm  
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
        G     A     D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.
        G           D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah    
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