My Back Pages Chords by The Byrds

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Crimson [C#m] [G#m] flames tied through my years, [A] throwing [B] high and [E] mighty traps. _ _
_ [C#m] Countless [G#m] fire and flaming roads, [A] using ideas [B] as my maps. _
[C#m] We'll meet our own [G#m] edges soon, said I, [A] _
proudly [B] deeded proud.
[E] Ah, but I was so [A] much [E] older then, I'm [B] younger than [E] that now.
Half _ _ _ _ _ [C#m]-right [G#m] prejudice _ leapfrogged, [A] ripped [B] down all [E] hate I screamed.
_ _ Lies [C#m] that laugh [G#m] in black and white, [A] spoke from my skull [B]
I dreamed.
_ [C#m] _ Romantic planks [G#m] of _ musketeers, [A] foundation deep, [B]
somehow.
_ [E] Ah, but I was so [A] much [E] older then, [A] I'm younger [B] than [E] that now.
_ _ _ _ In a [C#m] soldier's stance [G#m] I aimed my hand [A] at the [B] mongrel dogs [E] who teach.
_ Fearing that [C#m] I'd become [G#m] my enemy, [A] in the instant that [B] I preached.
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Sisters fled [G#m] by confusion boats, [A] _
mutiny from [B] stern to bow.
[E] Ah, but I was so much older then, [A] I'm younger [E] than that now. _ _ _
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_ _ My _ _ _ _ [C#m] guard stood [G#m] hard when abstract threats, [A]
too [B] noble to [E] neglect. _ _ _
Deceived [C#m] me into [G#m] _ thinking, [A] I had something to [B] protect.
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Good and bad, [G#m] I defined these terms, [A]
quite clear, no [B] doubt, somehow.
_ [E] Ah, but I was so [A] much [E] older then, I'm [B] younger than [E] that now. _ _ _
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