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The last of the “official” managers of the Cafe and Diner, the smaller but still as luminescent morning star. For her playlist I really wanted to capture the essence of No. 7, her complicated upbringing, her even more complicated parents, and the small specks of light she brought to the Cafe. Her genres are a mix..."

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<center>J.W.</center>
<center>Manager No. 7</center>
The last of the “official” managers of the Cafe and Diner, the smaller but still as luminescent morning star. For her playlist I really wanted to capture the essence of No. 7, her complicated upbringing, her even more complicated parents, and the small specks of light she brought to the Cafe. Her genres are a mix of bubblegrunge and as much Pacific Northwest Indie as I could find. Her themes deal mostly with her relationships, the good, the bad, the ugly, and the ones she couldn’t run from. 
 
- D.H.
<h1>Playlist</h1>
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| 1.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/31732TEJAzZ97Q2J4rkwsN</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | A dark and windy Vancouver A black day in December She sees the worst is yet to come, yeah A big wave on the horizon
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| 2.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/7Jz3llEkrqNYeEuwt4WUnx</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | This is your pride I've given you nothing but time Gone so quickly When do you start missing me?
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| 3.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/1OrBPFs8yLkT02aLiloHQs</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter or son And a real good friend
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| 4.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/6U6MfMNZMK4McZP6vTfqNF</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | "Our daughter, Judith? You must be mistaken You mean the girl we raised as if our own? We loved her so much, she felt like our child But eventually, we had to send her home"
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| 5.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/4UPb4oTis66u7MhMK2nE1h</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | My mother says that Rain is angels Who are crying Up in heaven And i believe that 'Cause when sad things happen It starts raining It's been raining It's been raining For awhile now
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| 6.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/1kaOXjXS3RcKP0QjcWM0Fu</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | And it's Birds and heights and movie credits Crowds and puppets, dying in a fire Being washed right out to sea Losing all of my front teeth Being buried half-alive Bugs that burrow deep inside Wild dogs, and things like that Domesticated mice and rats Not all of them, just their feet Or that my whole life could be sleep Ferris-wheels and certain blues Oh, but mainly losing you
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| 7.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/2EDAVRqlYuyrca4ZNAkAP7</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | Cause it's, it's kind of like I've made that hole so I might as will sit here on my own And I, I contemplate what it is I want So I can decide if this is working or not And it's not, I know, but where can I go? When I love his whole, but his parts are so broken And I've hurt before and there's still a hole But I promised I'd give this a go
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| 8.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/0u1igtIC3yEPf18cyAzleQ</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | When I was a baby, I was blessed by a stranger In waters I didn't understand And now I'm infected with disbelief and blasphemy I'll never have a holy land I am a ghost in the eyes of my God But I will transcend And vomit this loser out of me I will become the next big thing I will light myself on fire It's time to get out of bed And be the starchild I can be
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| 9.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/4xi5Cz4KJGaWz0hRvz9mll</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes Cause I'm back in the nick of time and attacking the fickle mind I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide, I'ma tackle him, pick a fight I be Dracula, set to bite in the black of the bitter night
|-
| 10.
| style="font-style:normal;" | <spotify>track/5b43XehPlGYoOGjl9AncUV</spotify>
| style="text-align:right; padding: 100px" | Wake up, say good morning to That sleepy person lying next to you If there's no one there, then there's no one there But at least the war is over
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