| Barren stares as they light up the screen
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| Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion
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| Novocaine 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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| 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 doors 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |