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grendel
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he's got fasting black lungs
made of clove-splintered shards
thy're the kind that will talk
through the wheezing 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
in 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
said i'm
said i'm
said i'm bloodshot for sure
pale runs the ghost
swollen on the shore
swollen on the shore
swollen on the shore
every night 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
(The Mars Volta)
[[[has almost always _slept_ alone]]]
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