Laura
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Calls me
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In the middle of the night
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Passes on her
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Painful information
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Then these careless fingers
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They get caught in her vice
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Til they're bleeding
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On my coffee table
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Living alone isn't all that
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It's cracked up to be
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I'm on her side
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Why does she push the poison on me?
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Laura
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Has a very hard time
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All her life has
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Been one long disaster
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Then she tells me
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She suddenly believes she's seen
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A very good sign
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She'll be taking
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Some aggressive action
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I fight her wars
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While she's slamming her doors
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In my face
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Failure to break
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Was the only mistake
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That she made
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Here I am
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Feeling like a fucking fool
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Do I react the way exactly
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She intends me to?
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Everytime I think I'm off the hook
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She makes me lose my cool
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I'm her machine
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And she can punch all the keys
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And she can push any button I was programmed through
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Laura
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Calls me
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When she needs a good fix
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All her questions
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Will get sympathetic answers
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I should
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Be so
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Immunized
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To all of her tricks
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She's surviving
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On her second chances
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Sometimes I feel like this
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Godfather deal is all wrong
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How can she hold an umbilical chord
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For so long?
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I've done everything I can
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What else am I supposed to do
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I'm her machine
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And she can punch all the keys
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And she can push any button
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I was programmed through
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Laura
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Loves me
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Even if I don't care
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That's my problem
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That's her sacred absolution
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If she had to
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She would put herself in my chair
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Even though I
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Faced electrocution
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She always says
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I'm the best friend that
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She's ever had
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How do you
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Hang up on someone
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Who needs you that bad?
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Laura
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Billy Joel |