Laura Laurent

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Laura are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrows?
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You used to leave it occasionally but now you don't even bother
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to ride the commuter train west to Chicago
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to stroll through the greenery in the park past the statues

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how her eyes seemed to follow you, like a hated addiction
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their beauty carved out of absolutes you could never claim
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or even envision

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Laura you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman
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yeah I thought you were beautiful but I wept with your movements
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but I hope that you're laughing now from that place on the carpet
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where we shared a sleeping bag in your sister's apartment
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oh how she would worry so, you know I was just a stranger
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but she asked me to care for you, yes she did
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and I went and betrayed her


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But do you know we're in high demand, Laura, us, people who suffer?
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because we don't take to arguing and we're quick to surrender.

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Well I think I would call tonight if I still had your number
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your thoughts have always laid close to mine, and we're both skipping supper.
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But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living
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'Cause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura,
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who have done the most singing