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

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

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

he heard her voice and then he saw her face
She shone like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
And they got on like children, they got a hotel
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 Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they were never enough
But the life that grew her well that felt a bit like love
a bit like love

And, oh its a lonely little
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 seasons are a metronome, the and the wild
The winter took his heart away, the spring it her child
And the honeyed breath of is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings its not too To find your way back home
To find way back home

And a sometimes 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 just want to
But the are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
burn from the inside
Yeah, the lonely are the of all, they burn from the inside