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Barren stares as they light up the screen |
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Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion |
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Novacaine our brains and we're out like lights |
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And as I'm growing older I'm bored |
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And I remember when misery thrilled me much more |
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When I can't relax |
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And I'd like to go back |
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But that's gone |
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Yeah, that's gone, Turn around |
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Turn the volume down |
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We're counting the days down |
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Till the day when we live in a video |
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I'll be stone-faced and pale |
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You'll pout in stereo |
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24 hours every day of the year |
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Oh, what fun I can't wait 'til the future gets here |
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Closing in on the pain and the torture |
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He's slamming the door like it's something to strive for |
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The girl tearing curtains down looks funny as hell |
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And a sense of humor can there be any doubt |
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Yeah well natural selection has weeded it out |
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Used to keep me from laughing out loud |
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But that's gone |
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We don't think that way no more |
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That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down |
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We're counting the days down |
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Look till the day when we'll live in a video |
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I'll be stone-faced and pale |
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You'll pout in stereo |
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24 hours every day of the year |
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Oh, what fun I can't wait 'til the future gets here |
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Well I've seen some old friends sort of die |
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Or just turn into whatever |
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Must've been inside them |
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And whatever all of us had then in common |
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Grew up and left home |
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We don't think that way no more |
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Turn around, turn the volume down |
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We're counting the days down |
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Look till the day when we'll live in a video |
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I'll be stone-faced and pale |
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You'll pout in stereo |
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24 hours every day of the year |
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Oh, what fun I can't wait 'til the future gets here |
