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[00:08.06] Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.73] Flowing high and mighty trapped
[00:15.53] Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:19.54] Using ideas as my maps
[00:23.52] "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
[00:26.98] Proud 'neath heated brow
[00:30.93] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:34.94] I'm younger than that now
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[00:40.84] Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
[00:44.68] "Rip down all hate", I screamed
[00:48.66] Lies that life is black and white
[00:52.40] Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
[00:56.35] Romantic flanks of musketeers
[01:00.19] Foundationed deep, somehow
[01:04.17] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:07.89] I'm younger than that now
[01:13.98] In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
[01:17.71] At the mongrel dogs who teach
[01:21.94] Fearing not I'd become my enemy
[01:25.47] In the instant that I preach
[01:29.77] Sisters fled by confusion boats
[01:33.46] Mutiny from stern to bow
[01:37.11] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:40.94] I'm younger than that now
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[02:10.52] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:14.28] I'm younger than that now
[02:20.41] My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[02:24.45] Too noble to neglect
[02:28.48] Deceived me into thinking
[02:31.14] I had something to protect
[02:36.50] Good and bad, I define these terms
[02:40.26] Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
[02:43.47] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:47.62] I'm younger than that now
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