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Rihanna : The Singles Collection .mp3, full album download

Artist: Rihanna.mp3 (full albums)
Album: The Singles Collection
Format: .mp3 .wav
Release: 2007  year

1. Pon De Replay.mp3 12.58mb
2. If It's Lovin' That You Want.mp3 10.24mb
3. Let Me.mp3 11.58mb
4. Sos (Rescue Me).mp3 11.71mb
5. Unfaithful.mp3 11.32mb
6. We Ride.mp3 11.59mb
7. Break It Off.mp3 10.52mb
8. Umbrella.mp3 11.10mb
9. Shut Up & Drive.mp3 10.46mb
10. Don't Stop The Music.mp3 13.05mb
11. Hate That I Love You.mp3 10.96mb
12. Final Goodbye.mp3 9.54mb
13. Rehab.mp3 14.38mb

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Lyrics





HOTTEST LYRICS: MGMT: Time To Pretend

Artist: MGMT
Song: Time To Pretend



I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
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

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

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
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 it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

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