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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 each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never so crass as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when 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 the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never so crass as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when 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 the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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