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The Widow 
Medium
de The Mars Volta
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He's got fasting lungs
of clove 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 me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows the taste is such
to die for
And I hear him night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
on the shore
night
in every pore
The that do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never alone
of clove 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 me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows the taste is such
to die for
And I hear him night
On every street
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
on the shore
night
in every pore
The that do slither
Deliver me from…
without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never alone
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