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I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.
Bm A E A Bm A EAlthea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.
C#m E A Bm A EAlthea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim.
Bm A E AYou may be Saturday's child, all alone,
Moving with a tinge of grace.
Bm A E AYou may be a clown in the burying ground,
Bm A EOr just another pretty face.
You may meet in the fate of Ophelia sleeping and penchant to dream.
C#m E Bm A EHonest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.
Bm A E AAin't nobody messing with you, but you,
Your friends are getting most concerned.
Bm A E A Bm A ELoose with the truth baby it's your fire but baby don't get burned.
A C#m D AWhen the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me.
Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy.
D EThere are things you can replace, and others you cannot.
D GThe time has come to weigh those things.
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot.
Bm A E A Bm A EI told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.
Bm A E Bm A EAlthea told me, okay, that's fine so now I'm trying to catch her.
Can't talk to you about talking to me,
We're guilty of the same old thing.
C#m ABeen talking a lot about less and less
Bm A EAnd forgetting the love we bring.
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