måndag 14 september 2009

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew


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

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