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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our ships
and from caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these 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 daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our and when we we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
the ship of we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these 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 daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our and when we we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
the ship of we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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