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