My Back Pages - Hollies

(dylan)

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rolling high and mighty traps

Pounced with fire on flaming roads

Using ideas as my maps

Well meet again soon I said

? ? ? me heated brow

Ah but I was so much older then

Im 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