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