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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 there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch a lens,
look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I 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 at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch a lens,
look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's I've no rowing outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I 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 at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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