Barren stares as they light up the screen
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bearing teardrops that shatter
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in slow motion
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novocaine our brains
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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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CHORUS
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but that's gone
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[2x: we don't think that way no more]
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yeah that's gone
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turn around
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turn the volume down
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we're counting the days down
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to the day when we'll live
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in a video
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I'll be stonefaced and pale
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you'll pout in stereo
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twenty four hours every day of the year
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oh, what fun,
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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
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like it's something to strive for
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the girl tearing curtains down
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looks funny as hell
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and of sense of humor
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can there be any doubt
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yeah, that natural selection
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has weeded it out?
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just to keep me from laughing out loud
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CHORUS
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Well, I've seen some old friends
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sort of die
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or just turn into whatever
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must have been inside them
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whatever all of us had then in common
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grew up
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and left home
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we don't think that way no more
|
turn around
|
turn the volume down
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we're counting the days down
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Video
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| Ben Folds Five |
