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Black Coffee
04:26
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Do I come here often? Do I drink black coffee and heartache?
From the mountain tops I sing love songs hoping you will hear em
So many nights, I listen to the Band as the miles die under the wheels on an overnight drive
I feel like an faded photo of my former self- I press on but I am caving in
Making amends with long distance phone calls, only to wake up calling you inside a dream
How many times will I tell you I’m sorry before I crush my depression and break out of the seams?
Do I come here often? Do I drink black coffee and heartache?
From the mountain tops I sing love songs hoping you will hear em
Every time I see your name in marquee, I try hard not to think of what could have been
Something inside pulling you two ways, I was selfish when I could have been your friend
We crashed the folk music festival and got smashed on Murder Murders’ Moonshine
How many times can I will you I’m sorry before I really mean it and apologize?
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Break Me, Build Me
03:42
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She breaks me down
She builds me up
The sound of her alarm clock echoes down the stairs
I’ve been up all night dreaming while she’s dreaming of walking on air
All my thoughts on a blank page, creases yet to be folded
What I'd give for another day hearing the stories the she told em
She breaks me down
She builds me up
Time holds me in the past tense when I think about her now
Criticized melancholia my joy of feeling sad
Give a man a kingdom before he’s earned the crown
This empire built on wisdom will end up in the clouds
She breaks me down
She builds me up
Falling in love for the first time- earned a drawer in her room
Everything was going fine I guess I popped the question too soon
There’s a metaphor somewhere like two drops in Niagara falls
Another pulse in disrepair- Can she fix me once and for all?
She breaks me down
She builds me up
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Midnight
03:42
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I’m a midnight kind of guy, and you’re a sunrise kind of girl
I know it’s gonna be hard, but somehow we’ll make it work
I'm So sick of healing lovers’ scars and mending broken parts
I’m a midnight kind of guy, and you’re a sunrise kind of girl
Staying up late again
I dance across the milky way, while you’re sleeping off the day
Morning light comes creeping in
There’s a reason it’s cliche, I can’t think of what to say
I’m a midnight kind of guy, and you’re a sunrise kind of girl
I know it’s gonna be hard, but somehow we’ll make it work
So sick of healing lovers’ scars and mending broken parts
I’m a midnight kind of guy, and you’re a sunrise kind of girl
I'm trying hard to make amends
But when I figured you out, there’s still alarming doubt
My thoughts of you are constant now
I know it’s toxic love, but I just wont give up
I’m a midnight kind of guy, and you’re a sunrise kind of girl
I know it’s gonna be hard, but somehow we’ll make it work
So sick of healing lovers’ scars and mending broken parts
I’m a midnight kind of guy, and you’re a sunrise kind of girl
Remind me I’m your rebound
That you never ever planned to stay, but you stuck around anyway
My thoughts of you are constant now
I know it’s toxic love, but I just can’t give up
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I Am Here
04:50
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I am here in my room
I am nervous of the truth is
This has nothing to do with you
I'm not suicidal I just love the view
I'm feeling nothing, no vibe from you
like I'm not worth it-- I feel it too
And sometimes I can't figure it out
Why the world is pushing us down?
I could see it in your eyes everything would be alright
I fell in love with other girls
The infatuation- it rocked my world
She teased and tortured my little heart, but her boyfriend tore me apart
I could see it in your eyes everything would be alright
I came back crawling on my knees
She mended my bleeding with sweet memories
The love you had for little old me
I’ll never leave ya, that’s a promise I will keep
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Clarion Call
03:42
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Still obsessed with juvenilia
Distracted by deficiency
Missed the half-secret alias
Self-contempt and mediocrity
The twisted joke of clocks in waiting rooms
Don’t take it with you to the grave
Your knees buckle when you think of it
The waves are beckoning
It’s a clarion call to stop walking on eggshells
Stars can’t shine without the darkness
Put your hand through the wall; soliloquy in the stairwells
Stars can’t shine without the darkness
An uncanny ability to ruin first impressions
Small talk of velleity and pseudo-unhealthy obsessions
Closing sale for the futurist- Disregarded Schlockmeister
Even knowing what the future is- Can't compete with the coffin maker
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High Tech
03:09
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High-tech low lives
Bedroom activists- desensitized
In the buisness of charity
For the sole sake of publicity
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No Where Else
02:51
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My Job's to sing a song, and play the right chords
Your Job's to sing along, and come to all of my shows
Oh Baby I won't make it on the charts
Well maybe I will make it in your heart
My words aren't so great, I don't read so much
But what I'm thinking about, staying in touch
Whether I'm sitting at home, or standing on stage
Baby I wish you were here watching from the bar
Baby I won't make it on the charts
Well maybe I will make it in your heart
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Mike Whissell Toronto, Ontario
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