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I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade |
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I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade |
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I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch |
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I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched |
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I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but 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, my sails were set wing to wing |
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I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing, |
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I pushed B-52 and bombed 'em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing |
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I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing, |
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I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but 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 and you know it's really hard to hold your breath. |
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I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress |
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Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars |
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And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car |
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I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up |
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Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up |
