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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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I'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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Girls' faces formed the forward path |
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From phony jealousy |
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To memorizing politics |
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Of ancient history |
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Flung down by corpse evangelists |
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Unthought of, though, 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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A self-ordained professor's tongue |
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Too serious to fool |
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Spouted out that liberty |
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Is just equality in school |
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"Equality," I spoke the word |
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As if a wedding vow |
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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 pathway 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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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 |
