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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 used to be a believer, til the got its grip
Now if theres any left, Well he cant remember it

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

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

he heard her voice 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
got a new religion, a needle and a spoon

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

And, oh its a lonely little
And oh, its a lonely little
And if my name is on that list I guess Ill see you
And if my name is on that I guess 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 honeyed breath of is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings its not too late To find your way home
To find your way home

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