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Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on 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 facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. 白か黒しかこの世には ないと思っていたよ 誰よりも早くいい席で いい景色が みたかったんだ 僕を好きだと 言ってくれた 女たちも どこかへ消えた あのころの僕より 今の方がずっと若いさ あのころの僕より 今の方がずっと若いさ (Yes,) 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.