Death Cab for Cutie - Crooked Teeth Lyrics

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Crooked Teeth

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What Are The Lyrics For Crooked Teeth By Death Cab for Cutie?
It was one hundred degrees as we sat beneath a willow tree
Whose tears didn't care they just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall I knew I'd made a 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 that 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 '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 the 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 No, you can't find nothing at all If 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 There was nothing there all along |
Who Wrote Crooked Teeth By Death Cab for Cutie?
Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
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