CAPO 2

VERSE 1

C                                 F                   C     F  C
I'm feeling rough, I'm felling raw in the time of my life
                                   F                            C     F   C
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
                                  F                     C     F  C
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, fuck with the stars
                                 F                     C     F   C
You man the island, and the cocaine, and the elegant cars
F                          G                
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
F                    G                      C   F   C
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
F                            G                            
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
F                          G                        C     F    C
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute.
G                   F                Em
Forget about our mothers and our friends.

CHORUS

           F  G         C 
We were fated to pretend.
F          C
To pretend.
         F     G      C
We were fated to pretend.
F          C
To pretend.

VERSE 2

C                                    F                        C   F  C
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
                              F                                C   F   C
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
                               F                            C    F    C
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
                                        F                           C   F   C
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
   F                           G                                
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
F                         G                           C    F    C
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
F                                      G        
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
F                                G                          C    F    C 
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.
G                              F                Em
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.

CHORUS

          F    G       C
We were fated to pretend.
F          C
To pretend.
         F     G      C
We were fated to pretend.
F          C
To pretend.

OUTRO

F       G           C    F
Sayin' yeah, yeah, yeah
G              C       F
Yeah, yeah, yeah
G              C       F
Yeah, yeah, yeah
G              C       F
Yeah, yeah, yeah