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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything from anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
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 well understand
it takes a steady to waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching 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
in our separate ships
and from caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything from anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
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 well understand
it takes a steady to waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
watching 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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