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The Widow 
Medium
by The Mars Volta
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He's got fasting black lungs
Made of splintered shardes
They're the kind that talk
Through a of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Look 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 street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never alone
Oh lord
Said I'm for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
alone
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Made of splintered shardes
They're the kind that talk
Through a of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Look 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 street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never alone
Oh lord
Said I'm for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
alone
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never sleep alone
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