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