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