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