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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want 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 its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want 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 its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
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