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Crimson flames tied through my ears |
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Rollin' 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 on edges, 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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'm younger than that 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 than that 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 that i'd become my enemy |
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In the instant that i preach |
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My existence 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 than that now. |
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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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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 than that now. |
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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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Ah, but i was so much older then, |
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my back pages |
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I'm younger than that now. |
