Besedila: The Hollies. 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
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]