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The Widow 
Medium
by The Mars Volta
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He's got black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will 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
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
I'll never
Never sleep alone
at how to him
an isle of sores
He knows the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
alone
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will 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
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
I'll never
Never sleep alone
at how to him
an isle of sores
He knows the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The do slither
me from…
without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
alone
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