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Grateful Dead Miscellaneous Althea Althea ------ I told Althea I was feeling lost lacking in some direction Althea told me about scrutiny and that might need protection I told Althea a treachery was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me "Now, cool down boy, settle back, easy kid." You may be Saturday's child, all alone and moving with a tinge of grace You may be a cloud in the varying crowd or just another pretty face. You may meet the fate of Ophelia sleeping and the chance to dream honest to the point of recklessness self-centered to the extreme Ain't nobody messing with you, but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, baby it's your find Baby, don't get burned When the smoke has cleared she said, that's what she said to me I only want a bed to lay your head and a little smypathy 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 son and I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her. I can't talk to you without talking to me we're guilty of the same old thing Thinking a lot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring |
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