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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 talk
a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
alone
at how flock 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
Deliver me from…
without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
alone
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the that talk
a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
alone
at how flock 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
Deliver me from…
without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
alone
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