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Lackin’ in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny that my Back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery Was tearin’ me limb from limb 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 may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping 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
There are things you can replace And others you can not The time has come to weigh those things This space is getting hot 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
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