| Growing Up — Growing Up — Growing Up
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| Well I stood stone-like at midnight
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| Suspended in my masquerade
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| And I combed my hair, 'til it was just right
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| And commanded the night brigade
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| I was open to pain, across by the rain
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| And I walked on a crooked crutch
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| I strolled all alone through a fall-out zone
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| And came out with my soul untouched
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| And I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
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| And when they said «sit down», I stood up
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| Oooh — Growing Up — Oooh — Growing Up
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| And the flag of piracy, it flew from my mast
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| And my sails were set wing to wing
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| I had a juke box graduate for first mate
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| She couldn’t sail, but she sure could sing
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| And I pushed B52 when I bombed 'em with the blues
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| With my gear set stubborn on standing
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| I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
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| Never once gave a thought to landing
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| And I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
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| And when they said «come down», I threw up
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| Oooh — Growing Up — Oooh — Growing Up
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| I took month long vacations in the stratosphere
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| You know it’s really hard to hold your breath
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| Swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
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| I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
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| My feet finally took root in the earth
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| I got me a nice little place in the stars
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| Yeah, I swear I found the key to the universe
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| In the engine of an old parked car
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| I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
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| And when they said «pull down», I pulled up
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| Oooh — Growing Up — Oooh — Growing Up
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| You know it was cool just growing up
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| Yeah we were cool growing up |