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by Bob Dylan                                                                                                     Bob Dylan, The Byrds  


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Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps

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Boundless fire on flamin'roads using ideas as my maps

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We'll meet on edges soon I said proud 'neath heated brow

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Ah but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Half-wrecked prejudice leaped forth, rip down all hate I screamed

Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep somehow

Ah but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach

My existance led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow

Ah but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Ah but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

My guards stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect

Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect

Good and bad I define these terms quite clear no doubt somehow

Ah but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

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