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He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he
like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt
Well he to be a believer, til the city got its grip
Now if theres any left, Well he cant remember it

She was a high-rise butterfly, in 92
Into some veiled little suburb they bulldozed through
the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should
Well its downtown now but it to be the woods
It to be the woods

And, oh its a little town
And oh, its a lonely tune
And if my is on that list I guess Ill see you soon

First he heard her and then he saw her face
She just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
And they got on like children, got a hotel room
They got a new religion, a and a spoon

And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the held their hands
And they walked that great divide Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they never quite enough
But the life grew inside her well that felt a bit like love
felt a bit like

And, oh its a lonely town
And oh, its a lonely tune
And if my name is on that list I guess Ill see you
And if my is on that list I guess Ill see you soon

The are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild
The winter took his away, the spring it took her child
And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and
But its always autumn sings its not too late To your way back home
To find way back home

And a bell reminds them, or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match, the of Paraffin
And some folks are drawn to the flames, and just want to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn the inside
They burn from the
Yeah, the lonely are the of all, they burn from the inside