Chords for My Back Pages-Marshall Crenshaw

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[D] _ [Bm] Crimson flames [F#m] tied through my ears, [G] rolling [A] high in mighty [D] _ [G] drafts.
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I [Bm] pounced with [F#m] fire on flaming roads, [G] using ideas [A] as my maps.
[Bm] We'll meet on edges, [F#m] _ sunset eye, [G] _ proudly [A] petered brow. _
[D] Oh, but I was so [G] much [D] older then, [G] I'm younger [A] than [D] that now. _ _
_ _ _ _ Half [Bm]-wrecked [F#m] prejudice leap forth, [G] rip [A] down all hate [D] I scream.
_ Lies that life [F#m] is black and white, [G] spoke from [A] my skull I dream.
_ [Bm] _ Romantic flights [F#m] of _ musketeers, [G] _ foundation deep [A] _ somehow.
[D] Oh, but I was so much older then, I'm younger [A] than [D] that now. _ _ _ _
In a [Bm] soldier's stance, [F#m] I ate my hands, [G] had to [A] mongrel dogs [D] to teach.
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[D] Fearing not [Bm] that I'd become [F#m] my enemy, [G] in the instant that [A] I breached. _
[Bm] My pathway [F#m] led by confusion, roads, [G] _ mutiny from [A] stern to bow.
[D] Oh, but I was so much older then, I'm younger [A] than [D] that now.
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[A] _ _ Oh, [D] but I was so [G] much [D] older then, [G] I'm younger [A] than [D] that now.
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[D] Yes, my gods stood hard, [F#m] but abstract threats [G] do [A] no rule to [D] neglect. _ _
Deceive [Bm] me into [F#m] thinking, but [G] I had something to [A] protect. _ _
[Bm] Good and bad, [F#m] I define these terms, [G] quite clear, no [A] doubt somehow.
[D] Oh, but I was so [G] much [D] older then, [G] I'm younger [A] than [D] that now.
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