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The Widow Medium
by The Mars Volta
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He's got black lungs
Made of splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I him every night
In every pore
And he makes me warm
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how flock to him
From an of open sores
He the taste is such
Such to die for
And I him night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Made of splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I him every night
In every pore
And he makes me warm
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how flock to him
From an of open sores
He the taste is such
Such to die for
And I him night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
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