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