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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few 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 as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few 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 as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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