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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 will talk
a of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every he me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
an isle of open sores
He that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him night
On street
The scales do slither
Deliver 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 for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
an answer
from all the shame
I'll hide
I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
a of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every he me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
an isle of open sores
He that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him night
On street
The scales do slither
Deliver 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 for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
an answer
from all the shame
I'll hide
I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never sleep alone
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