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[E] [E]Crimson [C#]flames tied[G#] through my ears, rollin' [A]high and [B]mighty [E]traps
[E]Pounced wi[C#]th fire o[G#]n flaming roads, usi[A]ng ideas as [B]my maps
[C#]We'll meet on edges, soo[G#]n said I, pro[A]ud 'neath heated[B] brow
Ah but I [E]was so much ol[A]der th[E]en
I'm yo[A]unger th[B]an that no[E]w
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, rip down all hate I scream
Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow
Ah but I was so much older...
In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach
My pathway led to confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
Ah but I was so much older...
[] [E] [C#] [G#] [A] [B] [E] [] [] [E] [C#] [G#] [A] [B] [] [] [C#] Ah b[G#]ut I [A]was [B]so[] much older...
Yes my guards stood hard when abstract threats too nobel 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...
Ah but I was so much older...
Ah but I was so much older...
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