Standard (EADGBE)
Laura are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrows?
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
how her 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 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
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.
Well I think I would call tonight if I still had your number
your thoughts have always laid close to mine, and we're 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
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