Hundred Mile High-Cameron Whitcomb
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Hundred Mile High - Cameron Whitcomb

Lyrics by:Cameron Whitcomb/Jack Riley/Cal Shapiro

Produced by:Jack Riley

I take ski trips in August and she's wearing linen white

I'm forgiving all my foes cause I ain't ever been this nice

Cold as ice hot and bothered

Co-dependent just like my father

Farther gone but getting closer to smelling that lovely white aroma

Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive

I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight

She won't meet me in the middle but without her I might die

So I'll walk 1000 miles to hit that 100 mile high

So cold that I could see my breath

Floating down your silhouette

That choke hold that I can't resist

No I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Remember me so I won't forget

That I need a line to call all my friends

That choke hold that I can't resist

No I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

I take too much and panic

If I run out I would fall

I'm disturbed and overrated yeah I can't seem to find the calm

And I can hear the police knocking I could swear they're barging in

But its just me myself and I and all these voices in my head

Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive

I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight

She won't meet me in the middle but without her I might die

So I'll walk 1000 miles to hit that 100 mile high

So cold that I could see my breath

Floating down your silhouette

That choke hold that I can't resist

No I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Remember me so I won't forget

That I need a line to call all my friends

That choke hold that I can't resist

No I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Why can't I love on something unless it makes me sick

And it makes me sick

Why can't I love on something unless it makes me sick

Thickets thorns the briar patch

A Winter storm the fire's ash

I contemplate my choices knowing

Damn well I ain't fine

Through these alley ways and cul-de-sacs

For a can of worms and cognac

I'd walk a thousand miles to hit the hundred mile high

So cold that I could see my breath

Floating down your silhouette

That choke hold that I can't resist

No I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

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