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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully 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
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no 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
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone 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, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating along, no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray 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 sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never 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
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no 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
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone 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, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating along, no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray 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 sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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