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