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Come away Come away with me, You perfect, perfect shell You nautilus, nautilus I will treat you so well I'll take you up from this hell My gracious host, you're my lover won't you be my concubine? The pleasure's all mine Your pleasures are all mine Letras de cancionesTo twist and turn around In figure eights and out of place Refuse the bounty of his right for the hunger of his left hand I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat I'm the garments, stuck to your skin, drenched and dripping wet I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret A barren spring Of fume and fret is coursing its' way through everything Inside of me And I know what won't ever sink Will slowly swim To the bottom Just promise not to see me as I am (Or what I'll become) A pestilential scab The scarlet of sunburned skin I will stick to you like a wet cloth (You just can't shed) I will cling to you like a child to his mother's breast You fertile crop, I won't be shed. I saw my shining shield and armor rust I felt my posture bow and fall to dust But all the vigils, and the stakes I claimed Couldn't take the sting from out my shame Couldn't take the color from the stain That I became The stain that I became I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat I'm the garments, stuck to your skin, drenched and dripping wet I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret I'm the melody stuck inside your head What have I become? From Letras Mania