My Back Pages Chords by The Byrds

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Crimson [C#m] [G#m] planes tap through my ears, [A] throwing [B] high and [E] mighty traps. _ _
_ [C#m] Countless [G#m] fire and flaming roads, [A] using ideas [B] as my maps.
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We'll meet on edges [G#m] soon, said I, [A] _
proud, meat [B]-heated brow.
[E] Ah, but I was so [A] much older [E] then, I'm [B] younger than [E] that _ now. _
_ [A] _ [B] [E] In a [C#m] soldier's stance, [G#m] I aim my hand [A] at the [B] mongrel dogs [E] who teach.
_ Bearing not, [C#m] I'd become [G#m] my enemy, _ [A] in the instant that [B] I preach.
_ _ [C#m] _ Systems fled [G#m] by confusion boats, [A] _ mutiny from [B] stern to bow.
[E] Ah, but I was so [A] much older [E] then, [A] I'm younger [B] [E] than that now.
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] Ah, but I was so [Am] much older [E] then, [A] I'm younger [B] than [E] that now. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [Em] My [C#m] guard stood hard, [G#m] when abstract threats, [A] to noble [B] tuning [E]
legs.
_ _ Deceived [C#m] me into [G#m]
thinking, _ [A] I had something to [B]
protect.
_ _ [C#m] Good and bad, [G#m] I define these terms, [A] quite clear, no doubt, [B]
somehow.
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