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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made look wrong from we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of salty wood
me eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless 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 want 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 anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and 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 of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made look wrong from we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of salty wood
me eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless 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 want 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 anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and 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 of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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