Lirieke: The Hollies. My Back Pages.

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(Dylan)

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rolling high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
We'll meet again soon I said
??? me heated brow

Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

Half ??? prejudice leaped forth
Break down all hate I scream
Lies at ? is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dream
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep somehow

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