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flames
tied
through
my
years
Flowing
high
and
mighty
trapped
Countless
fire
and
flaming
roads
Using
ideas
as
my
maps
We′ll
meet
on
edges
soon,
said
I
Proud
'neath
heated
brow
Ah,
but
I
was
so
much
older
then
I′m
younger
than
that
now
Half-wracked
prejudice
leaped
forth
Rip
down
all
hate,
I
screamed
Lies
that
life
is
black
and
white
Spoke
from
my
skull,
I
dreamed
Romantic
flanks
of
musketeers
Foundationed
deep,
somehow
Ah,
but
I
was
so
much
older
then
I'm
younger
than
that
now
In
a
soldier's
stance
I
aimed
my
hand
At
the
mongrel
dogs
who
teach
Fearing
not
I′d
become
my
enemy
In
the
instant
that
I
preach
Sisters
fled
by
confusion
boats
Mutiny
from
stern
to
bow
Ah,
but
I
was
so
much
older
then
I′m
younger
than
that
now
Ah,
but
I
was
so
much
older
then
I'm
younger
than
that
now
My
guard
stood
hard
when
abstract
threats
Too
noble
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
then
I′m
younger
than
that
now
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