I stood stone-like at midnight, suspended in my
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masquerade
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I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the
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night brigade
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I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked
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on a crooked crutch
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I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out
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with my soul untouched
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I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they
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said, "Sit down," I stood up
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Ooh... growin' up
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The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set
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wing to wing
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I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't
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sail but she sure could sing
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I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues with my gear
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set stubborn on standing
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I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never
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once gave thought to landing
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I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they
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said, "Come down," I threw up
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Ooh... growin' up
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Growin' Up
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| Eddie Vedder |
