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(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] Aus Songtexte Mania