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The Widow 
Medium
de The Mars Volta
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He's got black lungs
of clove 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 makes me warm
Freeze an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how to him
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 do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
without an answer
all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
of clove 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 makes me warm
Freeze an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how to him
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 do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
without an answer
all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
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