Stubborn men come stumbling in
They hear the faint hum of saint summons
Well who am I to blur so bright
Now the day is done but they keep coming
Is this bliss
Am I figured out
This is intense
I am full of doubt
I am endless to wherever my fist fit
To feel some safe harm in your benefit
You should know why I keep quiet
If I keep on then you'll keep on wondering
Is this bliss
Am I figured out
This is intense
I am full of doubt
Some pain is mine but for just a bit
Some pain is fine

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