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