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The Widow 
Medium
by 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 wheezing of coughs
And I hear him night
In every pore
And every time he just me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never alone
at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the is 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
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 every pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never alone
Freeze an answer
all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never alone
of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him night
In every pore
And every time he just me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never alone
at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the is 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
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 every pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never alone
Freeze an answer
all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never alone
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