3.My Back Pages
Written：bob dylan
Crimson flames tied through my years
Rollin high and mighty trapped
Countless violent flaming roads
Using ideas as my map
'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
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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