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