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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and 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 adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never so crass as to like 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 as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
along, no to be strong
We our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of wood
me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and 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 adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never so crass as to like 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 as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
along, no to be strong
We our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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