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Crimson flames tied through my ears 
Rollin' high and mighty traps 
Pounced with fire on flaming roads 
Using ideas as my maps 
"We'll meet on edges, soon," Said I 
Proud 'neath heated brow 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
I'm younger than that now 
 
Half-wracked 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 
Foundation 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 that I'd become my enemy 
In the instance that I preach 
My pathway 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 
 
Yes, my guard 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 
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.

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