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