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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look 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 making 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 hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The 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 someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look 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 making 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 hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The 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 someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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