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It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree,
Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air,
And refused to fall, to fall.
And I knew I'd made horrible call,
And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,
And there was no doubt about
Which side I was on.
Cause I built you a home in my heart,
With rotten wood, it decayed
From the start.
Cause you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
No you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
I braved treacherous streets,
And kids strung out on homemade speed.
And we shared a bed in
Which I could not sleep,
At all, woo, hoo, woo, hooOoOo.
Cause at night the sun in retreat,
Made the skyline look like crooked teeth,
In the mouth of a man
Who was devouring, us both.
You're so cute when
You're slurring your speech,
But they're closing the bar
And they want us to leave.
And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
No you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
I'm a war, of head versus heart,
And it's always this way.
My head is weak, my heart always speaks,
Before I know what it will say.
And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along
And you can't find nothing at all,
But there was nothing there all along.
And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along
There were churches, theme parks and malls,
But there was nothing there all along.
Crooked Teeth - The Hit Co.