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The Widow 
Medium
de The Mars Volta
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He's got fasting lungs
Made of splintered 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 me warm
an answer
Free from all the shame
I hide?
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an of sores
He knows that the taste is such
to die for
And I hear him night
On street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in every pore
The do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
alone
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
alone
Made of splintered 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 me warm
an answer
Free from all the shame
I hide?
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an of sores
He knows that the taste is such
to die for
And I hear him night
On street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in every pore
The do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
alone
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
alone
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