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I stood stonelike at midnight suspended in my masquerade, I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade, I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch, I strode 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, Ooh... growin' up, The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing-to-wing, I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing, I pushed B-52 and bombed 'em with the blues with my gears set stubborn on standing, We broke all the rules, I strafed my old high school, And never once gave thought to landing, I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd but when they said "come down" I threw up , Ooh... growin' up, I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, And you know it's really hard to hold your breath, 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, 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, Ooh... growin up, Ooh... growin up. From Letras Mania