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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 tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've 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
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want like 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching sink the of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch a lens,
everything look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've 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
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want like 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching sink the of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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