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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
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 at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their 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 acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast 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 someone so 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 taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever 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 near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
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 at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their 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 acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast 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 someone so 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 taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever 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 near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
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