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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy of we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy of we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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