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The Widow 
Medium
by The Mars Volta
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He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove shardes
They're the kind that talk
a wheezing of coughs
And I him every night
In every pore
And every time he just me warm
Freeze an answer
all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never alone
Look at how they flock to him
an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The do slither
me from…
Freeze 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 that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause 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 shardes
They're the kind that talk
a wheezing of coughs
And I him every night
In every pore
And every time he just me warm
Freeze an answer
all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never alone
Look at how they flock to him
an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The do slither
me from…
Freeze 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 that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause 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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