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From: "Scott A. Yanoff" <yanoff@csd4.csd.uwm.edu>

Bruce Springsteen

GROWIN' UP  (from the album "Greetings From Ashbury Park, N.J.")
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Note:  This is taken from the book Springsteen Complete

INTRO:
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Well, I stood stonelike at midnight suspended in my masquerade
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And 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 
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
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
Ooh-ooh 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
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 clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said`Sit down'I stood up
Ooh-ooh growin' up
Ooh-ooh growin' up
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