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Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps
E         C#       G#                  A           B
Pounced with fire on flaming roads, using ideas as 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 then
         A       B         E
   I'm younger than that now


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...


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   Ah but I was 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