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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other 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 spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want 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, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other 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 spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want 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, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
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