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

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

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

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

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

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

The are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild
The winter his heart 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 your way back

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