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[00:07.84] Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.11] Flowing high and mighty trapped
[00:14.86] Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:19.28] Using ideas as my maps
[00:22.96] "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
[00:26.89] Proud 'neath heated brow
[00:30.17] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:34.55] I'm younger than that now
[00:38.18] Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
[00:38.64] "Rip down all hate," I screamed
[00:38.73] Lies that life is black and white
[00:38.93] Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
[00:39.18] Romantic flanks of musketeers
[00:39.37] Foundationed deep, somehow
[00:39.54] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:40.46] I'm younger than that now
[00:40.65] In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
[00:44.04] At the mongrel dogs who teach
[00:47.70] Fearing not, I'd become my enemy
[00:51.66] In the instant that I preach
[00:55.71] Sisters fled by confusion boats
[00:59.57] Mutiny from stern to bow
[01:03.43] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:07.58] I'm younger than that now
[01:13.21] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:13.95] I'm younger than that now
[01:48.12] My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[01:51.01] Too noble to neglect
[01:55.16] Deceived me into thinking
[01:58.16] I had something to protect
[02:03.05] Good and bad, I define these terms
[02:06.51] Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
[02:10.38] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:14.92] I'm younger than that now
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