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