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[00:07.80] Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.13] Flowing high and mighty trapped
[00:14.84] Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:19.26] Using ideas as my maps
[00:22.99] "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
[00:26.88] Proud 'neath heated brow
[00:30.10] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:34.59] I'm younger than that now
[00:38.16] Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
[00:38.64] "Rip down all hate", I screamed
[00:38.80] Lies that life is black and white
[00:39.00] Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
[00:39.13] Romantic flanks of musketeers
[00:39.30] Foundationed deep, somehow
[00:39.56] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:40.49] I'm younger than that now
[00:40.67] In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
[00:44.09] At the mongrel dogs who teach
[00:47.74] Fearing not I'd become my enemy
[00:51.60] In the instant that I preach
[00:55.71] Sisters fled by confusion boats
[00:59.59] Mutiny from stern to bow
[01:03.41] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:07.52] I'm younger than that now
[01:13.20] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:13.94] I'm younger than that now
[01:48.15] My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[01:51.00] Too noble to neglect
[01:55.12] Deceived me into thinking
[01:58.12] I had something to protect
[02:03.05] Good and bad, I define these terms
[02:06.52] Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
[02:10.37] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:14.90] I'm younger than that now
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