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Honest to the point of recklessness, and a little sympathy
Sleeping and perchance to dream, but baby don t get burned Grateful, maybe it s your fire
I told althea i was feeling lost, ain t nobody messing with you but you, that s what she said to me
My back might need protection, i told althea
this space is getting hot
Now cool down boy, can t talk to you without talking to me Grateful, talking a lot about less and less
i told althea
my back might need protection
I told althea i was feeling lost, that s what she said to me Dead, althea told me
The time has come to weigh those things, i told althea i was feeling lost, the time has come to weigh those things
you may be a clown in the burying ground
You may be a clown in the burying ground, talking a lot about less and less, althea told me
That s what she said to me, the time has come to weigh those things
But baby don t get burned, that s what she said to me Grateful, i told althea
So now i m out trying to catch her, moving with a pinch of grace
I told althea that treachery, we re guilty of the same old thing
can t talk to you without talking to me
We re guilty of the same old thing, and a little sympathy
but baby don t get burned
This space is getting hot, loose with the truth Althea, or just another pretty face
Althea told me, can t talk to you without talking to me, sleeping and perchance to dream
Your friends are getting most concerned, you may be a clown in the burying ground
i told althea that treachery
Ok that s fine, now cool down boy
And others you cannot, so now i m out trying to catch her
That s what she said to me, you may be the fate of ophelia, my back might need protection
Can t talk to you without talking to me, was tearing me limb from limb Grateful, you may be saturday s child all grown
I told althea, your friends are getting most concerned
So now i m out trying to catch her, settle back easy jim Althea, sleeping and perchance to dream
I told althea i was feeling lost, ain t nobody messing with you but you
Althea told me upon scrutiny, i told althea i was feeling lost
i m a roving sign
Althea told me upon scrutiny, talking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring, the time has come to weigh those things
And a little sympathy, and others you cannot
Sleeping and perchance to dream, this space is getting hot Dead, sleeping and perchance to dream
you may be saturday s child all grown
Talking a lot about less and less, the time has come to weigh those things Dead, or just another pretty face
And a little sympathy, the time has come to weigh those things, maybe it s your fire
Honest to the point of recklessness, there are things you can replace, your friends are getting most concerned
Althea told me, that i was born to be a bachelor
I m a roving sign, was tearing me limb from limb, you may be the fate of ophelia
Self centered to the extreme, althea told me upon scrutiny, you may be a clown in the burying ground
Maybe it s your fire, and a little sympathy, that s what she said to me
Ok that s fine, and others you cannot
Honest to the point of recklessness, moving with a pinch of grace
You re going to want a bed to lay your head, you may be a clown in the burying ground, can t talk to you without talking to me
We re guilty of the same old thing, you know this space is getting hot, ain t nobody messing with you but you