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The Byrds

作词 : Bob Dylan

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rollin' high and mighty trapped

Countless violent flaming roads

Using ideas as my map

"We'll meet on edges soon," said I

Proud 'neath heated brow

Ahh, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Half wracked prejudice leaped forth

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand

At the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not I'd become my enemy

In the instant that I preach

Sisters fled by confusion boats

Mutiny from stern to bow

Ahh, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Ahh, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

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

Ahh, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now