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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look anywhere we stood
and our blew away 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 me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep 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
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look anywhere we stood
and our blew away 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 me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want 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, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep 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
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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