(Dylan)
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Crimson flames tied through my ears
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Rolling high and mighty traps
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Pounced with fire on flaming roads
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Using ideas as my maps
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We'll meet again soon I said
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??? me heated brow
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Ah but I was so much older then
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I'm younger than that now
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Half ??? prejudice leaped forth
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Break down all hate I scream
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Lies at ? is black and white
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Spoke from my skull I dream
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Romantic flanks of musketeers
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Foundation deep somehow
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[Chorus]
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