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