Laura Laurent

Laura are you still living there
 On your estate of sorrow?
 You used to leave it occasionally
 But now you don't even bother
 
 To ride that commuter train
 West to Chicago
 To stroll through the greenery
 In the park past the statues
 How their eyes seemed to follow you
 Like a hated addiction
 Their beauty carved out of absolutes you could never claim
 Or even envision
 Laura you were the saddest song
 In the shape of a woman
 Yeah I thought you were beautiful
 But I wept with your movements
 But I hope that you're laughing now
 From that place on the carpet
 Where we shared a sleeping bag
 In your sisters 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
 But I went and betrayed her
 But 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
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 Well I think I would call tonight
 If I still had your number
 Your thoughts have always laid close to mine
 We were both skipping supper
 But you should never be embarrassed by
 Your trouble with living
 Cause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura,
 Who have done the most singing
 La la la la la la. la la la lah...