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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 unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance 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 librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like 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 taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep 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 insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance 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 librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like 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 taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep 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 insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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