Capo 2nd Fret
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He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt 
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Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt 
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Well he used to be a believer, ?til the city got its grip 
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Now if there?s any holiness left, Well he can?t remember it 

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

It used to be the woods 

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


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First he heard her voice and then he saw her face 
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She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace 
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And they got on like children, they got a hotel room 
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They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon 

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

felt a bit like love 

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And, oh its a lonely little town 
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And oh, its a lonely little tune 
   Dsus6                   B-                        E-
And if my name is on that list I guess I?ll see you soon 
   Dsus6                   B-                        E-
And if my name is on that list I guess I?ll see you soon 

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

To find your way back home? 

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

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