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