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