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Bob Dylan
#From: bcurry@hpb.hwc.ca (Brent Curry)
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Crimson
C#m
flames tied
G#m
through my ears, rollin'
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high &
B
mighty
E
traps
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Pounced with
C#m
fire on
G#m
flaming roads, using
A
ideas as my
B
maps
"
C#m
We'll meet on edges,
G#m
soon," said I,
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proud 'neath heated
B
brow.
Chorus
CHORUS: Ah,
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but I was so m
A
uch ol
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der then,
I'm
A
younger
B
than that
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now.
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Half�wracked
C#m
prejudice
G#m
leaped forth, "Rip
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down all
B
hate," I
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scream
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ed
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Lies that
C#m
life is
G#m
black and white, spoke
A
from my skull. I
B
dreamed
C#m
Romantic facts of
G#m
musketeers, foun
A
dationed deep, some
B
how
CHORUS
Girls' faces formed the forward path, from phony jealousy
To memorizing politics, of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though, somehow.
CHORUS
A self�ordained professor's tongue, too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty, is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word, as if a wedding vow.
CHORUS
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In a soldier's
C#m
stance, I
G#m
aimed my hand, at the
A
mongrel
B
dogs who
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teac
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h
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Fearing not that I'd
C#m
become my
G#m
enemy, in the
A
instant that I
B
preach
C#m
My pathway led by
G#m
confusion boats,
A
mutiny from stern to
B
bow
CHORUS
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Yes, my guard stood
C#m
hard when
G#m
abstract threats too
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nobel
B
to ne
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glect
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Deceived me
C#m
into
G#m
thinking, I had
A
something to pro
B
tect
C#m
Good and bad, I de
G#m
fine these terms, quite
A
clear, no doubt, some
B
how.
CHORUS
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