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

She was a butterfly, crashed 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 used to be the
It used to be the

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 her voice and then he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of
And they got on 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 held their
And they walked great divide between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they never quite enough
But the life that grew inside her well that a bit like love
a bit like love

And, oh its a little town
And oh, its a little tune
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 her child
And the honeyed of summer is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn its not too late To find your way back home
To find your way back

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 of all, they burn from the inside
They burn from the
Yeah, the are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside