October
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Death cab for cutie 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.
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