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The Widow Medium
de The Mars Volta
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He's got fasting black lungs
of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
a of coughs
And I hear him night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
without an answer
from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never alone
Look at how they flock to him
an isle of sores
He knows that the taste is such
to die for
And I him night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
runs the ghost
on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never alone
of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
a of coughs
And I hear him night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
without an answer
from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never alone
Look at how they flock to him
an isle of sores
He knows that the taste is such
to die for
And I him night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
runs the ghost
on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never alone
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