(MGMT - Time to Pretend)
Walking through, walking through roads as if they were the barriers of the free will we call sense of direction. Running and running whilst smashing through asphalt. Boxing away the pieces of concrete flying around my head as I smash through the infrastructure that keeps me locked in these cities. And then as the last block is broken through bathe in the sunlight of the world in front of me, free to run in directions that are undetermined.
Let's make some science make some money find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some skeet and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the politics and the elegant cars. It is our decision to live fast an tiresome. We've got the vision now let's have some fun. We were fated to pretend. 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.
Let's make some science make some money find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some skeet and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the politics and the elegant cars. It is our decision to live fast an tiresome. We've got the vision now let's have some fun. We were fated to pretend. 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.
And dying in our beds, many years from now. Would you be willing to trade, all the days from this day to that. For one chance, just once chance, to tell our enemies that they may take our lives. But that they will never take our freedom!
Let's smash some roads before the model world litters come in.
Let's smash some roads before the model world litters come in.
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