Laura Laurent

Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow?

You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother

To ride the commuter train West to Chicago

To stroll through the greenery in the park past the statues

My eyes seemed to follow you, like a hated addiction

The beauty carved out of absolutes, you could never claim or even envision

Laura, you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman

Yea, I thought you were beautiful but I wept with your movements

But I hope that you're laughin' now from that place on the carpet

Where we shared a sleepin' bag in your sister's apartment

Oh, how she would worry so, you know I was just a stranger

But she asked me to care for you, yes she did and I went and betrayed her

Do you know we're in high demand? Laura us, people who suffer

Because we don't take to arguing and we're quick to surrender

I think I would call tonight, if I still had your number

Your thoughts have always laid close to mine, we were both skippin' supper

But you should never be embarrassed by, your trouble with livin'

'Cause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura

Who have done the most singing, everybody

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

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