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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper its shell
distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away 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 at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone 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 as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his first 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 a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper its shell
distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away 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 at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone 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 as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his first 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 a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
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