Текст, перевод и аккорды “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 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
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