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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 tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me 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 a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing 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 memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire 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 hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
a across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me 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 a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing 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 memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire 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 hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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