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[00:07.74] Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.00] Flowing high and mighty trapped
[00:14.86] Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:18.91] Using ideas as my maps
[00:22.87] "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
[00:26.93] Proud 'neath heated brow
[00:30.48] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:34.41] I'm younger than that now
[00:39.44] Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
[00:44.02] "Rip down all hate", I screamed
[00:47.71] Lies that life is black and white
[00:51.96] Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
[00:55.66] Romantic flanks of musketeers
[00:59.85] Foundationed deep, somehow
[01:03.71] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:07.57] I'm younger than that now
[01:13.12] In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
[01:17.19] At the mongrel dogs who teach
[01:20.84] Fearing not I'd become my enemy
[01:24.72] In the instant that I preach
[01:29.37] Sisters fled by confusion boats
[01:33.09] Mutiny from stern to bow
[01:36.60] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:40.41] I'm younger than that now
[01:44.22]
[02:09.82] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:13.63] I'm younger than that now
[02:19.50] My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[02:23.79] Too noble to neglect
[02:27.56] Deceived me into thinking
[02:31.06] I had something to protect
[02:35.24] Good and bad, I define these terms
[02:39.11] Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
[02:43.07] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:47.21] I'm younger than that now
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