MY BACK PAGES (Bob Dylan)
Capot on third fret
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Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps...
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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 I'm younger than that now.
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Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed,
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Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed.
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Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep, somehow,
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
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Girl's faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy,
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To memorizing politics of ancient history.
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Flung down by corpse evangelist unthought of, though, somehow,
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
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A self-ordained professor's tongue too serious to fool
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Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school.
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"Equality," I spoke their words as if a wedding vow
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
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In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
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Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach.
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My existence led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
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Yes, my guards stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
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Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect.
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Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
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Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.