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Apocalypse Love SongWhen all the methheads, run out of drugs
When all the grandmothers, run out of hugs
And the only thing left to do is tear this whole thing down
I’ll still love you
We stand above the wreckage of people’s broken dreams
I still love you if you know what that means
Crows can pick out people’s eyes and I will still be fine
Old Folk Homes
Old Folk Homes,
never made much sense to me
Why wait to die,
in a place you don’t want to be?
Is this the life?
Growing old and turning gray?
Just to sit around,