(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 mapsAm Em "We'll meet on edges, soon", said IF G Proud 'neath heated browC F C Ah, but I was so much older thenF G C I'm younger than that nowAm Em Half-wracked prejudice leaped forthF G C "Rip down all hate", I screamedAm Em Lies that life is black and whiteF G Spoke from my skull, I dreamedAm Em Romantic facts of musketeersF G Foundation deep, somehowC F C Ah, but I was so much older thenF G C I'm younger than that nowAm Em Girls' faces formed the forward pathF G C From phoney jealousyAm Em To memorizing politicsF G Of ancient historyAm Em Flung down by corpse evangelistsF G Unthought of, though, somehowC F C Ah, but I was so much older thenF G C I'm younger than that now [INSTRUMENTAL]C Am Em F G C Am Em F G Am Em F GC F C Ah, but I was so much older thenF G C I'm younger than that nowAm Em My guard stood hard when abstract threatsF G C Too noble to neglectAm Em Deceived me into thinkingF G I had something to protectC Am Em Good and bad, I define these termsF G Quite clear, no doubt, somehowC F C Ah, but I was so much older thenF G C I'm younger than that now OUTRO: (## fade to end ##)F G C I'm younger than that nowF G C I'm younger than that nowF G C I'm younger than that now
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