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Messes Of Men 
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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 crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
Caught me 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 a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance the waves
as there's 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
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone 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 in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
Caught me 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 a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance the waves
as there's 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
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone 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 in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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