[00:00.00]My Back Pages - The Byrds
[00:08.25]Crimson flames tied through my years
[00:11.59]Flowing high and mighty trapped
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[00:16.41]Countless fire and flaming roads
[00:19.39]Using ideas as my maps
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[00:23.49]"We'll meet on edges soon" said I
[00:27.34]Proud 'neath heated brow
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[00:30.51]Ah but I was so much older then
[00:34.86]I'm younger than that now
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[00:40.87]In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
[00:44.46]At the mongrel dogs who teach
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[00:48.72]Fearing not I'd become my enemy
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[00:52.35]In the instant that I preach
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[00:57.14]Sisters fled by confusion boats
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[01:00.66]Mutiny from stern to bow
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[01:04.27]Ah but I was so much older then
[01:07.89]I'm younger than that now
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[01:37.64]Ah but I was so much older then
[01:41.54]I'm younger than that now
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[01:47.88]My guard stood hard when abstract threats
[01:51.52]Too noble to neglect
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[01:55.48]Deceived me into thinking
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[01:59.16]I had something to protect
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[02:03.60]Good and bad I define these terms
[02:07.11]Quite clear no doubt somehow
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[02:10.88]Ah but I was so much older then
[02:14.77]I'm younger than that now