Thea Gilmore The List
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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
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And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon
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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