My Back Pages chords

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