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Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads, usin' ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow ah But I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers foundation deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now 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 by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinkin', I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now