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