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Bob Dylan

	E	C#m	G#m
	Crimson	flames tied	through my ears,

	A	B	E
rollin'	high and	mighty	traps

	E	C#m	G#m
	Countless	fire on	flaming roads,

	A	B
using	ideas as my	maps

	C#m	G#m
"We'll	meet on edges,	soon," said I,

	A	B
	proud 'neath heated	brow.

	E	A	E
Ah, but	I was so much	older	then,

	A	B	E
I'm	younger	than that	now.

	E	C#m	G#m
	Half-wracked	prejudice	leaped forth,

	A	B	E
"rip	down all	hate," I	screamed

	E	C#m	G#m
	Lies that	life is	black and white,

	A	B
	spoke from my skull, I	dreamed

	C#m	G#m
	Romantic facts of	musketeers,

	A	B
foun	dationed deep, some	how.

	E	A	E
Ah, but	I was so much	older	then,

	A	B	E
I'm	younger	than that	now.

	E	C#m	G#m
In a	soldier's	stance, I	aimed my hand,

	A	B	E
at the	mongrel	dogs who	teach

	E	C#m	G#m
	Fearing not that	I'd become my	enemy,

	A	B
in the	instant that I	preach

	C#m	G#m
My	pathway led by con	fusion boats,

	A	B
	mutiny from stern to	bow.

	E	A	E
Ah, but	I was so much	older	then,

	A	B	E
I'm	younger	than that	now.

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	E	A	E
Ah, but	I was so much	older	then,

	A	B	E
I'm	younger	than that	now.

	E	C#m	G#m
Yes, my	guard stood	hard when	abstract threats,

	A	B	E
too	noble	to ne	glect

	E	C#m	G#m
	Deceived me	into	thinking,

	A	B
I had	something to pro	tect

	C#m	G#m
	Good and bad, I de	fine these terms,

	A	B
quite	clear, no doubt, some	how?

	E	A	E
Ah, but	I was so much	older	then,

	A	B	E
I'm	younger	than that	now.

	E	A	E
Ah, but	I was so much	older	then,

	A	B	E
I'm	younger	than that	now.

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