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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and there's dying
the crab in its its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing 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 want someone so crass as to 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we we keep it short
I drank a of and I'm not ever 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 never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and there's dying
the crab in its its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing 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 want someone so crass as to 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we we keep it short
I drank a of and I'm not ever 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 never show you anything as beautiful as You
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