Bruce Springsteen
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GROWIN' UP




Well I stood stone-like 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
Well, I strode all alone into a fallout zone
And came out with my soul untouched

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

Well 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 gear set stubborn on standing
We broke all the rules and I strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing

I stayed in the clouded warmth 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 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 mothered breast of the crowd
But when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Oh... growin' up

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GROWIN' UP


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