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Texty: Heartless Bastards. Brazen.

And I, I was up past the dawn. Spots of twilight gone.
I've been hounded by the wounds that with speak, and spittle bitter tongue.
Things eclipsing all the time. for bending more's a lie.
And I always learn the hard-way, its instinct to be true, an instinct to be true.

And I'm, gonna tell this world. The only difference now. Is that I'm envisioning.
And I'm, gonna spread my wings. Cuz I'm envisioning, my only sinking ship.

And I, I was walking on a fire. Coals beneath my feet.
The smoke has risen up. And now your sufferins' came to me.
Things eclipsing all the time, for bending more's a lie.

And I always learn the hard-way, its instinct to be true, an instinct to be true.

And I'm, gonna tell this world. The only difference now. Is that I'm envisioning.
And I'm, gonna spread my wings. Cuz I'm envisioning, my only sinking ship.

And oh, everywhere I go. Taken with that same old feeling with me now, its get me through my ups and downs.

And oh, everywhere I go. Taken with that same old feeling with me now, its get me through my ups and downs

I'm wide awake. I'm wide awake. I'm wide awake.