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Crooked Teeth
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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
full lyrics... 
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
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentation
a subtle use of vocal harmony
major key tonality
melodic songwriting

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air
If there was nothing there all along
But there's nothing there all along
And kids strung out on homemade speed
If there was nothing there all along
Made the skyline look like crooked teeth
If there was nothing there all along
And you can't find nothing at all
My head is weak, my heart always speaks
There were churches, theme parks and malls
'Cause I built you a home in my heart
And you can't find nothing at all
If there was nothing there all along
I'm a war, of head versus heart
I braved treacherous streets
No you can't find nothing at all
Before I know what it will say
And you can't find nothing at all
If there was nothing there all along
And there was no doubt about which side I was on
'Cause at night the sun in retreat
With rotten wood, meant to cave from the start
And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall
As we sat beneath a willow tree
You're so cute when you're slurring your speech
If there was nothing there all along
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., PLEASE PASS THE SONGS, WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
Songwriters: Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both
No you can't find nothing at all
No you can't find nothing at all
'Cause you can't find nothing at all
And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep
At all, woo, hoo
And it's always this way
And I knew I'd made horrible call
But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave
And refused to fall, to fall
If there was nothing there all along
It was one hundred degrees
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