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