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,
willow
which
versus
leave
doubt
refused
hundred
horrible
homemade
before
heart
rotten
state
degrees
decayed
crooked
streets
devouring
closing
speaks
about
braved
berlin
always
built
teeth
night
retreat
beneath
along
churches
tears
mouth
treacherous
malls
nothing
parks
shared
could
skyline
sleep
slurring
cause
speech
speed
theme
start
strung
there
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