https://youtube/watch?v=R-vZwTJlppI I told Althea, I was feeling lost Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturdays child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centered to the extreme Nobody messin with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you dont get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said Thats what she said to me Youre gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin hot You know this space is gettin hot I told Althea, I was a roving sign I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, okay thats fine You know now Im trying to catch her Cant talk to you without talking to me Were guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring Read more: Grateful Dead - Althea Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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