Apocalypse, No!

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Will Oldham - Rock, Folk

Apocalypse, No!

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[Verse 1] We dined in the breezeway And met later in the carport for drinks We rationed out the pills Splitting evenly the blues and the pinks We didn't really split the blues I only mean that's what he thinks He's got the motherlode this time Why, oh why are best friends such finks? [Verse 2] We met on the causeway Unloading all our grievances there He pat me on the shoulder And I playfully ruffled his hair Then brought him to the waterline And constrained him while he struggled for air Then I pulled him back and kissed And we both went arm in arm to the fair

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  • Will Oldham