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Endless

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I can't see and I can't feel, but I can beg and sure can steal
I've been shown many ways to kneel,
but my wounds and scars still won't heal 

It's just endless lights in the endless night,
and there's an endless fight for endless time 

there's a place where we could meet, at the end of a dead end street
on your lips the taste of blood, and our feet stuck in this mud 

it's just endless lights in the endless night
and there's an endless fight for endless time 

and all the places we've seen, and all the spaces that lie in-between
in the air the smell of smoke, quiet and grey but I'm yet to choke 

is just endless lights, in the endless night
and there's an endless fight for endless time