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