The Mars Volta

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He's got fasting black ^Am lungs ^{Am/B Am/C Am/B}
Made of clove splintered ^E shardes ^{E+ E}
They're the kind that will ^Am talk ^{Am/C Am/B}
Through a weezing of ^E coughs ^{E+ E}
And I hear him ^Am every ^Am/B night in ^Am/C every ^Am/D pore
And ^A7 every time he just makes me warm
^Dm Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame
^Am Must I hide
^E Cuz I'll never ^E7 never sleep ^Am alone
Look at how they ^Am flock to him ^{Am/B Am/C Am/D Am/C}
From an isle of open ^E sores ^{E+ E}
He knows that the ^Am taste is such ^{Am/B Am/C}
Such to die ^E for ^{E+ E}
And I hear him ^Am every ^Am/B night on ^Am/C every ^Am/D street
^A7 The scales that do slither deliver me from...
^Dm Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame
^Am Then I'll hide cuz i'll ^E never ^E7 never sleep ^Am alone
^Am Oh lord
Said I'm ^E bloodshot for sure ^Am
E Pale runs the ghost ^Am
E Swollen on the shore ^Am
Am everyn ^Am/B ight in e ^Am/C very p ^Am/D ore
^A7 The scales that do slither Deliver me from...
^Dm Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame
^Am Then I'll hide Cuz I'll ^E never ^E7 never sleep ^Am alone
^Dm Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame
^Am Let me die Cuz I'll neve ^E r neve ^E7 r sleep alo ^Am ne
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