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