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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with 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 nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a 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 as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain napping his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with 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 nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a 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 as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain napping his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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