I told Althea I was feeling lost
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Lacking in some direction
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Althea told me upon scrutiny
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That my back might need protection
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I told Althea that treachery
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Was tearing me limb from limb
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Althea told me, now cool down boy
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Settle back easy, Jim
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You may be Saturday's child all grown
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Moving with a pinch of grace
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You may be a clown in the burying ground
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Or just another pretty face
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You may be the fate of Ophelia
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Sleeping and perchance to dream
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Honest to the point of recklessness
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Self-centred to the extreme
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Ain't nobody messin' with you but you
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Your friends are getting most concerned
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Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire
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Baby I hope you don't get burned
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When the smoke has cleared, she said
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That's what she said to me
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You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
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And a little sympathy
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There are things you can replace
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And others you cannot
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The time has come to weigh those things
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This space is gettin' hot
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You know this space is gettin' hot
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I told Althea, I'm a roving sign
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That I was born to be a bachelor
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Althea told me, OK that's fine
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So now I'm trying to catch her
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Can't talk to you without talking to me
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We're guilty of the same old things
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Thinking a lot about less and less
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And forgetting the love we bring
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