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[00:07.85] Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.18] Flowing high and mighty trapped
[00:14.82] Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:19.22] Using ideas as my maps
[00:22.93] "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
[00:26.88] Proud 'neath heated brow
[00:30.13] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:34.50] I'm younger than that now
[00:38.12] Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
[00:38.63] "Rip down all hate", I screamed
[00:38.79] Lies that life is black and white
[00:38.98] Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
[00:39.15] Romantic flanks of musketeers
[00:39.39] Foundationed deep, somehow
[00:39.53] Ah, but I was so much older then
[00:40.47] I'm younger than that now
[00:40.66] In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
[00:44.05] At the mongrel dogs who teach
[00:47.73] Fearing not I'd become my enemy
[00:51.65] In the instant that I preach
[00:55.74] Sisters fled by confusion boats
[00:59.50] Mutiny from stern to bow
[01:03.46] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:07.57] I'm younger than that now
[01:13.21] Ah, but I was so much older then
[01:13.99] I'm younger than that now
[01:48.15] My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[01:51.01] Too noble to neglect
[01:55.13] Deceived me into thinking
[01:58.11] I had something to protect
[02:03.07] Good and bad, I define these terms
[02:06.59] Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
[02:10.40] Ah, but I was so much older then
[02:14.99] I'm younger than that now
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