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