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cameron whitcomb - hundred mile high lyrics

[verse 1]
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
father gone, but gettin’ closer
to smelling that lovely bi+diploma
please

[pre+chorus]
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 walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high

[chorus]
so cold that i could see my breath
floating down your silhouette
that chokehold 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 chokehold that i can’t resist
no, i can’t love on something
unless it makes me sick
[verse 2]
i’d took too much and panic
if i’d 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 knockin’
i can swear they’ bargin’ in
it’s just me, myself and i
and all these voices in my head
please

[pre+chorus]
kill me just a little bit so i can feel alive
i’ll walk on broken glass if it means seein’ you tonight
she won’t meet me in the middle but without her i might die
so i walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high

[chorus]
so cold that i could see my breath
floating down your silhouette
that chokehold 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 chokehold that i can’t resist
no, i can’t love on something
unless it makes me sick
[bridge]
why can’t i love on something unless it makes me sick
oh, and it makes me sick (i can’t love on something unless it makes me sick)

[verse 3]
thickets thorns, the brighter patchet
winter storm, the fire is ash
i kinda’ played my choice is knowing
damn well i am fine
to these alleyways and cul+de+sacs
from a can of worms and cognac
i’ll walk a thousand miles
did that hundred mile high!

[outro]
so cold that i could see my breath
floating down your silhouette
that chokehold that i can’t resist
no, i can’t love on something
unless it makes me sick

- cameron whitcomb lyrics

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