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Messes Of Men Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The on the mast like 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 want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The on the mast like 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 want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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