Tom: G
[Intro] Bm A E A
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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
A C#m D A
I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb
C#m E Bm A E
Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim
[Solo] Bm A E A
Bm A E
[Segunda Parte]
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You may be Saturday's child, all alone
Bm A E
Moving with a tinge of grace
Bm A E A
You may be a clown in the burying ground
Bm A E
Or just another pretty face
A C#m D A
You may be the fate of Ophelia, sleeping and perchance to dream
C#m E Bm A E
Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme
[Solo] Bm A E A
Bm A E
[Terceira Parte]
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Ain't nobody messing with you, but you
Bm A E
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
A C#m D A
When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me
C#m E Bm A E
Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy
[Solo] Bm A E A
Bm A E
[Ponte]
D G E
There are things you can replace, and others you cannot
D G
The time has come to weigh those things
E Bm A E
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot
[Solo] Bm A E A
Bm A E
[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
A C#m
Can't talk to you without talking to me
D A
We're guilty of the same old thing
C#m E
Been thinking a lot about less and less
Bm A E
And forgetting the love we bring
[Final] Bm A E A
Bm A E
