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He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he
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 holiness left, Well he cant 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
Well its now but it used to be the woods
It to be the woods

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

First he heard her voice and he saw her face
She just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
And they got on like children, they got a 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 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 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 seasons are a metronome, the and the wild
The winter took his away, the spring it took her child
And the honeyed breath of is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings its not too late To find your way back
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 are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
burn from the inside
Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn the inside