(C) (Am) (Em)
Crimson flames tied through my ears
(F) (G) (C)
Rolling high and mighty traps
(Am) (Em)
Countless fire on flaming roads
(F) (G)
Using ideas as my maps
Am Em
"We'll meet on edges, soon", said I
F G
Proud 'neath heated brow
C F C
Ah, but I was so much older then
F G C
I'm younger than that now
Am Em
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
F G C
"Rip down all hate", I screamed
Am Em
Lies that life is black and white
F G
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Am Em
Romantic facts of musketeers
F G
Foundation deep, somehow
C F C
Ah, but I was so much older then
F G C
I'm younger than that now
Am Em
Girls' faces formed the forward path
F G C
From phoney jealousy
Am Em
To memorizing politics
F G
Of ancient history
Am Em
Flung down by corpse evangelists
F G
Unthought of, though, somehow
C F C
Ah, but I was so much older then
F G C
I'm younger than that now
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