.He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt
Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt
Well he used to be a believer, 'til the city got it's grip
Now if there's any holiness left, Well he can't remember it
She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in '92
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