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