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E E Crimson C# flames tied G# through my ears, rollin' A high and B mighty E traps
E Pounced wi C# th fire o G# n flaming roads, usi A ng ideas as B my maps
C# We'll meet on edges, soo G# n said I, pro A ud 'neath heated B brow
Ah but I E was so much ol A der th E en
I'm yo A unger th B an that no E w
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, rip down all hate I scream
Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow
Ah but I was so much older...
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 to confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
Ah but I was so much older...
E C# G# A B E E C# G# A B C# G# A B Ah but I was so much older...
Yes my guards stood hard when abstract threats too nobel to neglect
Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah but I was so much older...
Ah but I was so much older...
Ah but I was so much older...
Ramones
