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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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