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Cameron Whitcomb – Hundred Mile High Lyrics

Read the lyrics to “Hundred Mile High” by Cameron Whitcomb from the album The Hard Way.

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Album The Hard Way

Hundred Mile High Lyrics


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 in the middle but without her I might die
So I’ll walk 1,000 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 in the middle but without her I might die
So I’ll walk 1,000 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

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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