Time To Pretend Tabulatur von Mgmt

INTRO
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# WEE TUNE
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VERSE 1
C                              F
I'm feelin rough  I'm feelin   raw I'm in the prime of my      
C
life
C                               F                          C   
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
C                              F                        C    
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
C                          F                       C     
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.


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


CHORUS 1
G                                Em
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
        F     G     C
We were fated to pretend.
        F           C
              to pretend.
        F           C
We were fated to pretend.
        F           C
              to pretend.


VERSE 2
C                                 F                      C
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
C                           F                            C
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
C                            F                          C
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
C                                  F                          C
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.


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


CHORUS
G                                             Em  
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
        F     G     C
We were fated to pretend.
        F           C
              to pretend.
        F           C
We were fated to pretend.
        F           C
              to pretend.

# and so it goes...