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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want 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 what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want 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 what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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