Hollies - My Back Pages
(dylan)
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rolling high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
We’ll meet again soon I said
? ? ? me heated brow
Ah but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
Half ? ? ? prejudice leaped forth
Break down all hate I scream
Lies at ? is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dream
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep somehow
Chorus