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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 kind that talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every 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
alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of sores
He that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm for sure
Pale the ghost
on the shore
Every night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every 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
alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of sores
He that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm for sure
Pale the ghost
on the shore
Every night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
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