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