Althea

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I told Althea I was feeling lost,  Lackin’ in some direction

Althea told me upon scrutiny that my Back might need protection

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I told Althea that treachery Was tearin’ me limb from limb

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Althea told me, now, cool down boy 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