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