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I stood stone-like at midnight |
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Suspended in my masquerade |
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I combed my hair 'til it was just right |
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Commanded the night brigade |
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I was open to pain |
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And crossed by the rain |
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And I walked on a crooked crutch |
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I strolled all alone |
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Through the fallout zone |
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Came out with my soul untouched |
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I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd |
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When they said, "Sit down," I stood up |
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Ooh-ooh, growin' up |
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The flag of piracy flew from my mast |
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My sails were set wing to wing |
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Had a jukebox graduate for a first mate |
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She couldn't sail but she sure could sing |
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I pushed B-52 |
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And 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 |
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Strafed my old high school |
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Never once gave thought to landing |
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I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd |
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When they said, "Come down," I threw up |
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Ooh-ooh, growin' up |
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I took month long vacations in the stratosphere |
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Y'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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Yeah, my feet finally took root on the earth |
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I got me a nice little place in the stars |
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And 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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When they said, "Pull down," I pulled up |
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Ooh-ooh, growin' up |
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Ooh-ooh, growin' up |