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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass 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 what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass 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 what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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