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David Bowie

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Growin' Up

Með því að: David Bowie
Album: Pin Ups (1990)
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David Bowie » 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
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone
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-ohh ooh hoo 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 the 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, no

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
And i swear i lost everything i ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well my feet finally took root in the earth
But i got me a nice little place in the stars
And 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 move down i moved up
Ooh ooh ooh, don't you know that i'm growin' up
Ooh ooh ooh, i can't help it that i'm growin' up (ah)


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David Bowie » Í albúmi

Everything's Alright
Shapes Of Things
Sorrow
I Can't Explain
Rosal Yn
See Emily Play
Don't Bring Me Down
Growin' Up
I Wish You Would
Port Of Amsterdam
Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere
Where Have All The Good Times Gone
Friday On My Mind
Here Comes The Night

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