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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 there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 want someone so crass as to 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 its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his at the wheel,
floating along, no to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a 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 ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 want someone so crass as to 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 its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his at the wheel,
floating along, no to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a 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 ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
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