Hollies - My Back Pages текст песни

(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