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I told Althea I was feeling lost
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Lackin' in some direction
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Althea told me upon scrutiny that my
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Back might need protection
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I told Althea that treachery
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Was tearin' me limb from limb
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Althea told me now cool down boy
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Simmer back easy Jim
You may be Saturday's child all grown
Movin' with pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
Or just another pretty face
You my be the fate of Ophelia
Sleepin' and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self-centered to the extreme
Ain't nobody messin' with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth baby it's your fire
Baby I hope you don't get burned
When 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
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There are things you can replace
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And others you can not
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The time has come to weigh those things
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This space is getting hot
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You know this space is getting hot
I told Althea I'm a roving sign
And I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me OK that's fine
So now I'm tryin' to catch her
Can't talk to you without talkin' to me
We're guilty of the same old thing
Thinkin' a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring