| Come away
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| Come away with me
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| You perfect, perfect shell
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| You nautilus, nautilus
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| I will treat you so well
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| I’ll take you up from this hell
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| My gracious host
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| You’re my lover
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| Won’t you be my concubine?
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| The pleasure’s all mine
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| Your pleasures are all mine
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| To twist and turn around
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| In figure eights and out of place
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| Refuse the bounty of his right for the hunger of his left hand
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| I’m the fervor of the fever you can’t sweat
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| I’m the garments stuck to your skin
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| Drenched and dripping wet
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| I’m a spring of flowing fume and fret
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| A barren spring of fume and fret is coursing its way
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| Through everything inside of me
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| And I know what won’t ever sink
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| Will slowly swim to the bottom
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| Just promise not to see me as I am (Or what I’ll become)
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| A pestilential scab
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| The scarlet of sunburned skin
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| I will stick to you like a wet cloth (You just can’t shed)
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| I will cling to you like a child to his mother’s breast
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| A fertile crop, I won’t be shed
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| I saw my shining shield and armor rust
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| I felt my posture bow and fall to dust
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| But all the vigils, and the stakes I claimed
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| Couldn’t take the sting from out my shame
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| Couldn’t take the color from the stain that I became
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| The stain that I became
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| I’m the fervor of the fever you can’t sweat
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| I’m the garments stuck to your skin
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| Drenched and dripping wet
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| I’m a spring of flowing fume and fret
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| I’m the melody stuck inside your head
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| What have I become? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Crop And The Pest , by - The Receiving End Of Sirens. Song from the album The Earth Sings Mi Fa Mi, in the genre Пост-хардкор