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[Primeira Parte]

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I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction
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Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection

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I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb
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Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim

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[Segunda Parte]

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You may be Saturday's child, all alone
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Moving with a tinge 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, sleeping and perchance to dream
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Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme

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[Terceira Parte]

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Ain't nobody messing with you, but you
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Your friends are getting most concerned
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Loose with the truth, baby it's your fire, but baby don't get burned

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When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me
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Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy

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[Ponte]

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There are things you can replace, and others you cannot
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The time has come to weigh those things
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This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot

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[Quarta Parte]

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I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor
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Althea told me, okay, that's fine, 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 thing
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Been thinking a lot about less and less
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And forgetting the love we bring

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