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

She was a butterfly, crashed in 92
Into some veiled little that they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels guard the like they should
Well its downtown now but it used to be the
It used to be the

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

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

And gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
And they walked that great divide between and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they were quite enough
But the life grew inside her well that felt a bit like love
a bit like love

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

The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the
The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her
And the breath of summer is sweet and overgrown
But its always sings its not too late To find your way back home
To find your way 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 some want to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they from the inside
They burn from the
Yeah, the lonely are the of all, they burn from the inside