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Messes Of Men Hard
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We keep our long and when we we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We keep our long and when we we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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