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The Widow |
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He's got fasting black lungs |
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Made of clothes splintered shardes |
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They're the kind that will talk |
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through wheezing of coughs |
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And I hear him |
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Every night in very pore |
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Every time it just makes me want to |
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Breathe without an answer |
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Free from all in 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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To an aisle of open sores |
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He knows that the taste is such |
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Is such to die for |
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And I hear him |
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Every night on every street |
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The scales that do slither |
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Deliver me from |
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Breathe without an answer |
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Free from all in shame |
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And I'll hide |
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Cause I'll never |
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Never sleep alone |
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Say that |
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Say that I'm blood shot for sure |
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Pay that ride on a ghost |
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I'm floating on the shore |
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Floating on the shore |
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Every night in every pore |
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The scales that do slither |
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Deliver me from |
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Breathe without an answer |
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Free from all in shame |
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And I'll hide |
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Cause I'll never |
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Never Sleep Alone |
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Breathe without an answer |
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Free from all in shame |
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Let me die |
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Cause I'll never |
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Never Sleep Alone |