Crimson flames tied through my ears
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Rollin' high and mighty traps
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countless fire and flaming roads
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Using ideas as my maps
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"We'll meet on ledges, soon," said I
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Proud 'neath heated brow.
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Ah, but I was so much older then,
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I'm younger then than now.
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Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
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"Rip down all hate," I screamed
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Lies that life is black and white
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Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
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Romantic facts of musketeers
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Foundationed deep, somehow.
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Ah, but I was so much older then,
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I'm younger then than now.
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In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
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At the mongrel dogs who teach
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Fearing not I'd become my enemy
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In the instant that I preached
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My existance led by confusion boats
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Mutiny from stern to bow.
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Ah, but I was so much older then,
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I'm younger then than now.
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Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
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Too noble to neglect
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Deceived me into thinking
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I had something to protect
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Good and bad, I define these terms
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Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
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Ah, but I was so much older then,
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I'm younger then than now.
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