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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 caravelle
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me 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 understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast 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 so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull in my lip
is a as as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever 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 never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me 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 understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast 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 so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull in my lip
is a as as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever 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 never show you anything as beautiful as You
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