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[C]Crimson flames tied [Am]through my ears rollin’ [Em]high and [F]mighty [G]traps
[C]Pounced with fire on [Am]flaming roads using [Em]ideas [F]as my [G]maps
“We’ll [Am]meet on edges [Em]soon,” said I [F]proud ‘neath heated [G]brow.
Ah but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then I’m [C]younger [G]than that [C]now. 

[C]Half-cracked preju-[Am]dice leaped forth “Rip [Em]down all [F]hate,” I [G]screamed
[C]Lies that life is [Am]black and white spoke [Em]from my [F]skull I [G]dreamed
Ro-[Am]mantic facts of [Em]musketeers foun-[F]dationed deep some-[G]how.
Ah but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then I’m [C]younger [G]than that [C]now. 

Girls’ [C]faces formed the [Am]forward path from [Em]phony [F]jealous-[G]y
[C]To memorizing [Am]politics of [Em]ancient [F]histo-[G]ry
Flung [Am]down by corpse e-[Em]vangelists un-[F]thought of thought some-[G]how.
Ah but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then I’m [C]younger [G]than that [C]now. 

A [C]self-ordained pro-[Am]fessor’s tongue too [Em]seri-[F]ous to [G]fool
[C]Spouted out that [Am]Liberty is just e-[Em]quali-[F]ty in [G]school
“Equality” I [Am]spoke the word as [Em]if a [F]wedding [G]vow.
Ah but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then I’m [C]younger [G]than that [C]now. 

In a [C]soldier’s stance I [Am]aimed my hand at the [Em]mongrel [F]dogs who [G]teach
Fearing [C]not that I’d become my [Am]enemy in the [Em]instant [F]that I [G]preach
My ex-[Am]istence led by con-[Em]fusion boats [F]mutiny from stern to [G]bow.
Ah but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then I’m [C]younger [G]than that [C]now. 

Yes my [C]guard stood hard when [Am]abstract threats too [Em]noble [F]to ne-[G]glect
De-[C]ceived me into [Am]thinking I had [Em]something [F]to pro-[G]tect
[Am]Good and bad I de-[Em]fine these terms quite [F]clear no doubt some-[G]how.
Ah but [C]I was [Am]so much [Em]older [F]then I’m [C]younger [G]than that [C]now.

 

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