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