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