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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
everything look we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want me
but a few 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 in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of 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
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
everything look we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want me
but a few 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 in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy of 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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