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Bob Dylan (1964)

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[C]Crimson [Am]flames tied [Em]through my ears
Rollin' [F]high and [G]mighty [C]traps
[C]Pounced with [Am]fire on [Em]flaming roads
Using [F]ideas 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 so much [F]older [C]then,
I'm [F]younger [G]than that [C]now

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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 flanks of musketeers
Foundationed 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.

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Ah, but [C]I was so much [F]older [C]then,
I'm [F]younger [G]than that [C]now

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Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
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.