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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 holiness left, he cant remember it

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

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

First he heard her voice and then he saw her
She shone 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 devil held hands
And they walked great divide between Disciples and partisans
And the and the Bible, they were never quite enough
But the life that grew her well that felt a bit like love
felt a bit like

And, oh its a lonely town
And oh, its a lonely little
And if my is on that list 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 took her
And the honeyed of summer is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings its not too To find your way back home
To find your way home

And a sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match, the smell of
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
They from the inside
Yeah, the are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside