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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the 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 leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I never you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the 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 leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I never you anything as as You
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