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Messes Of Men Hard
de MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a 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,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a 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,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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