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AI told Althea that C#mtreachery DWas tearin’ me limb from Alimb C#m E (SN Bass F^G#-A-A#-B) Althea told me, now, cool down boy BmSimmer back, Aeasy EJim
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 my be the fate of Ophelia Sleepin’ 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 D G (SN Bass G-F#-F-E) There are things you can replace
EAnd others you can not D G (SN Bass G-F#-F-E) The time has come to weigh those things E (SN Bass F^G#-A-A#-B) This space is getting hot BmYou know this Aspace is getting Ehot.
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