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by Bob Dylan | Bob Dylan, The Byrds |
D F#m G D
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps
D F#m G A7
Boundless fire on flamin'roads using ideas as my maps
D F#m G D
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.