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Barren stares as they light up the screen
Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion
Novacaine our brains and we're out like lights

And as I'm growing older I'm bored
And I remember when misery thrilled me much more
When I can't relax, I'd like to go back

But that's gone
Yeah, that's gone Turn around
Turn the volume down
We're counting the days down

Till the day when we live in a video
I'll be stone-faced and pale
You'll pout in stereo
24 hours every day of the year
Oh, what fun I can't wait
'Til the future gets here

Closing in on the pain and the torture
He's slamming the door like it's something to strive for
The girl tearing curtains down looked funny as hell

And a sense of humor can there be any doubt
Yeah, well natural selection has weeded it out
Used to keep me from laughing out loud
But that's gone
We don't think that way no more That's gone, turn around,
Turn the volume down
We're counting the days down

Well I've seen some old friends sort of die
Or just turn into whatever must've been inside them
And whatever all of us had then in common grew up

And left home
We don't think that way no more
Turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down