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<br>Crimson flames tied through my ears<br>Rollin` high and mighty traps pounced with fire on flaming roads<br>Using ideas as my maps "We`ll meet on edges, soon," Said I<br>Proud `neath heated brow ah, but I was so much older then,<br>I`m younger than that now<br><br>Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed<br>Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed<br>Romantic facts of musketeers foundation deep, somehow<br>Ah, but I was so much older then, I`m younger than that now<br><br>In a soldier`s stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach<br>Fearing not that I`d become my enemy in the instant that I preach<br>My pathway led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow<br>Ah, but I was so much older then, I`m younger than that now<br>Ah, but I was so much older then, I`m younger than that now<br><br>Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect<br>Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect<br>Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow<br>Ah, but I was so much older then, I`m younger than that now<br>Ah, but I was so much older then, I`m younger than that now<br>Ah, but I was so much older then, I`m younger than that now