My Back Pages - Bob Dylan


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Crimson flames tied through my ears rollin' high and mighty traps
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Pounced with fire through flaming roads using ideas as my maps
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We'll meet on edges soon, said I,  proud 'neath heated brow
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Ah, but I was so much older then,  I'm younger than that now

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Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate" I screamed
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Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed
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Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep somehow
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Ah, but I was so much older then,  I'm younger than that now

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Girls' faces formed the forward path   from phony jealousy
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To memorizing politics of ancient history
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Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of though, somehow
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Ah, but I was so much older then,  I'm younger than that now

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A self-ordained professor's tongue, too serious to fool
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Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school
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Equality, I spoke their word as if a wedding vow
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Ah, but I was so much older then,  I'm younger than that now

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In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
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Fearing not I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach
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My existence led by confusion boats,   mutiny from stern to bow
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Ah, but I was so much older then,  I'm younger than that now

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Yes my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
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Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect
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Good and bad,  I define these terms, quite clear no doubt somehow
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Ah, but I was so much older then,  I'm younger than that now