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