MY BACK PAGES--THE BYRDS (NEW ENHANCED VERSION) Chords

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_ [C#m] Crimson planes [G#m] tied through my years, [E] Flowing [B] high and mighty [E] troughs. _ _
_ _ [C#m] Countless [G#m] fire and flaming ropes, [A] Using ideas as [B] my maps. _
[C#m] We'll meet our legend [G#m] soon, Said I, [A] loud and eager [B] crowd.
I [E] was so [E] much older then, I'm younger [B] than that [E] now. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Half [C#m]-right, [G#m] prejudiced, sleep-poor, [E] Ripped down [B] all hate [E] I stream.
_ _ Lies [C#m] that life [G#m] is black and white, _ [A] Spoke from my skull [B] I dream.
_ _ [C#m] Romantic planks [G#m] of musketeers, _ [A] Foundation deep _
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[E] I was so much older then, I'm younger [B] than that [E] now.
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In a [C#m] soldier's stance [G#m] I aim my hand, [E] At the mongrel [B] dogs [E] who teach. _
Fearing that [C#m] I'd become [G#m] my enemy, _ [A] In the instant that [B] I preach. _ _
[C#m] _ Sisters fled [G#m] by confusion boats, [A] Mute me from the [B] stern to bow. _
[E] I was _ so much older then, I'm younger [B] than that [E] _ _ _ _
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My [C#m] guard stood hard [G#m] when abstract [E] thrifts, Too [B] noble, too [E] neglect, _ _ _
Deceived [C#m] me into [G#m] thinking, _ [A] I had something to [B] protect. _ _
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