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Bob Dylan

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1. Crimson flames tied through my ears  
   Rollin` high and mighty traps  
   Pounced with fire on flaming roads  
   Using ideas as my maps  
   "We`ll meet on edges,soon," said I,  
   Proud `neath heated brow,  
   Ah, but I was so much older then, 
   I`m younger than that now. 
   
2. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth  
   "Rip down all hate,"I screamed  
   Lies that life is black and white   
   Spoke from my skull.I dreamed  
   Romantic facts of musketeers  
   Foundationed deep,somehow.  
   Ah,but I was so much older then,  
   I`m younger than that now.   
   
3. Girls` faces formed the forward path  
   From phony jealousy  
   To memorizing politics  
   Of ancient history  
   Flung down by corpse evangelists  
   Unthought of,though,somehow.  
   Ah,but I was so much older then, 
   I`m younger then that now.   
   
4. A self-ordained professor`s tongue  
   Too serious to fool  
   Spouted out that liberty  
   Is just equality in school  
   "Equality,"I spoke the word  
   As if a wedding vow. 
   Ah,but I was so much older then,   
   I`m younger then that now.   
   
5. In a soldier`s stance, 
   I aimed my hand  
   At the mongrel dogs who teach  
   Fearing not that I`d become my enemy  
   In the instant that I preach  
   My pathway led by confusion boats  
   Mutiny from stern to bow.  
   Ah, but I was so much older than, 
   I`m younger then that now.   

6. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats  
   Too noble to neglect  
   Deceived me into thinking  
   I had something to protect  
   Good and bad,I define these terms  
   Quite clear,no doubt,somehow. 
   Ah,bur I was so much older than, 
   I`m younger than that now.