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