| Crimson flames tied through my ears rollin' high and mighty traps
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| Pounced with fire on flamin' roads usin' ideas my maps
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| «We'll meet on edges soon"said I proud 'neath heated brow
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| Ah, but I was so much older than, I’m younger than that now
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| Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth «Rip down all hate"I screamed
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| Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed
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| Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep somehow
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| Ah, but I was so much older than, I’m younger than that now
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| Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy
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| To memorizin' politics of ancient history
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| Flung down by corpse evangelists unthought of, though, somehow
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| Ah, but I was so much older than, I’m younger than that now
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| Ah, but I was so much older than, I’m younger than that now
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| My guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
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| Deceived me into thinkin' I had somethin' to protect
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| Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow
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| Ah, but I was so much older than, I’m younger than that now
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| I’m younger than that now
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| I’m younger than that now
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| I’m younger than that now
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| I’m younger than that now |