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