Bruce Springsteen
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GROWIN' UP



Well I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
And I combed my hair till it was just right
And commended the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone
And came out with my soul untouched

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said "Sit down" I stood up
Oh... growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduated for first mate
She couldn't sail but she sure could sing
And I pushed B-52 and bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said "Come down" I threw up
Oh... growin' up

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
But I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car

I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
But when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Oh... growin' up
Oh... growin' up


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