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