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