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