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I see you standing in a stranger’s doorway,
every day, as I’m walking by.
You just wait there for something to happen.
You just wait there. You’re wasting time.
Some old soul, you’re giving me the side-eye.
You’re well-dressed, contemporary attire.
Every day, you wait there for someone to grab you.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Everyone was poison, pure and true.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Everyone was pointed straight for you.
Someone’s job is spitting on the small man.
Someone’s job is holding him down.
Someone’s job is cleaning up the sidewalk.
Someone’s job is cleaning the town.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Every word was poison, pure and true.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Everyone was pointed straight for you.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
Ninety-nine shots rang from my pistol.
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She started throwing her dreams away.
Gave them up just to keep them safe.
After a while, she stopped singing her song.
She lost her voice before too long.
Under the cover of moonlight.
She’s telling her little white lies.
The sweet sound that I heard
Bye, bye, bird
My little bird she loved to get high.
Float like the sun across the sky.
We all knew the time would come.
Lighting flashed, and the bird was gone.
Under the cover of moonlight.
She’s telling her little white lies.
The sweet sound that I heard.
Bye-bye, bird.
I tried changing the words.
I tried - singing songs with other kinds of birds.
When the day turns over tonight,
I hear you singing your song. I know you’re doing all right.
Lighting flashed, and the bird was gone.
Lighting flashed, and the bird was gone.
Under the cover of moonlight.
She’s telling her little white lies.
The sweet sound that I heard
Bye, bye, bird
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Diamond Eyes
03:22
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In the depths of my despair,
I searched for answers everywhere.
I did it again, I did it again, I did it again.
Woke up, and the pain was worse than it's ever been.
Look out the left window.
Look out the right window.
There’s something wrong here, and I think you know.
Diamond eyes are watching.
Turn it up cause they’re listening.
Diamond eyes will look for you.
Closed the door, but they’re shining through.
Drowned it out with alcohol,
so you couldn’t feel at all.
Colder than, colder than a razor blade.
Hiding from yourself, so nothing has changed.
Look out the left window.
Look out the right window.
There’s something wrong here, and I think you know.
Diamond eyes are watching.
Turn it up cause they’re listening.
Diamond eyes will look for you.
Closed the door, but they’re shining through.
Diamond eyes are watching.
Turn it up cause they’re listening.
Diamond eyes will look for you.
Closed the door, but they’re shining through.
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Idiot
02:53
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The idiot is back again.
Look away when he makes an appearance.
Wishing he could understand.
Deep inside, he knows it’s an inconvenience.
Only drinking homemade wine.
Further warning, might be time to get away.
Finally, I picked up the language,
now I can understand what they’re saying.
What it is,
it’s wadidis.
Finally found out for myself.
Finally found out for myself again.
He’s screaming like a child again.
Heaven opened up and pissed on his parade.
Born into a different plan.
In the bed he made, in the world he made.
Only drinking homemade wine.
Hearing voices, might be time to get away.
Finally, I picked up the language,
now I can understand what they’re saying.
What it is,
it’s wadidis.
Finally found out for myself.
Finally found out for myself again.
Finally found out for myself.
Finally found out for myself again.
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Live That Down
02:50
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It looks like the rains are falling already.
It’s leaking inside, just like last spring.
I’m here at home, call when you landed
Can’t wait to see you again.
How can anyone live that down?
When she shows up, tell her I waited.
Welcome her in. Greet her with a smile.
Please let her know I said I’m sorry.
Please let her know I’ll be back in a while.
How can anyone live that down?
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Waitress
02:26
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Pardon me, sir, can I meet that waitress?
She’s reminding me of a girl I know.
Is she out of her mind? Does she have a little bit of time to talk to me?
She’s reminding me of a girl I know.
Who is she now?
Don’t know where. Don’t know how.
Where is she now?
Don’t know when. Don’t know how.
Is she even alone? Does she have some friends that she can call her own?
She’s reminding me of a girl I know.
Could she be the one to go riding next to me into the setting sun?
She’s reminding me of a girl I know.
Who is she now?
Don’t know where. Don’t know how.
Where is she now?
Don’t know when. Don’t know how.
Pardon me, sir, can I meet that waitress?
She’s reminding me of a girl I know.
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Won't Mean a Thing
03:07
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I heard you talking too loud.
I saw you throw your phone on the ground.
Now you coming for me.
Somebody called the police.
Wait... sooner or later,
it won’t mean a thing.
Said you’re staying with some friends uptown.
I saw you stumbling on your way back down.
Time to come up with a new plan.
Get out while you still can.
Wait... sooner or later,
it won’t mean a thing.
Time don’t wait for nobody so I think you know,
It’s time to move along.
Set you free from that prison and you will
find your way home.
She’s in North Carolina now.
Haven’t seen her in a while.
Wait... sooner or later,
it won’t mean a thing.
It won’t mean a thing.
It won’t mean a thing.
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Bryan Porter Hinkley Boston, Massachusetts
Bryan Porter Hinkley is a Boston-based guitarist, vocalist, and songwriter. He’s best known for co-founding and playing guitar in the punk rock bands Tree and Never Got Caught as well as founding the music house, Gratitude Sound.
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