Poor Laetitia

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lyrics

Poor Laetitia...
Just a stem of a girl
Just the stem off a flower
Just a nail in the wall

Just a head full of trouble
Just a pond full of reeds
Just a glass in a dry town
Buried under the leaves

Ashtabula...
Coal town beauty long gone
My, what a long ride
With no one by your side

Poor Laetitia...
How come nothing's for sure
How come everyone's staring
By the light of the moon

Counting the chimes as you sleep

What lies in the tall grass
All the boys want to know
O Laetitia you show them
But they learn much too slow

Parley's lost
In the Oil Sands she's gone
Change the town where you born from
Change your name when you run

Counting the chimes as you sleep

My luck's yours
If you want it just say
But Laetitia you know this
If you want it just say

My Laetitia...
Just a stem of a girl
Just the stem off a flower
Just a nail in the wall

Counting the chimes as you sleep

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from The Old Sisters' Home, released December 10, 2011

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