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