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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
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch 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 these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing 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 as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch 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 these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing 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 as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as as You
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