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Messes Of Men Hard
de MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could 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 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 lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain napping with his 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 thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch a lens,
everything look wrong we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could 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 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 lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain napping with his 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 thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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