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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no 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
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate 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 of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we 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 you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper seasons its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no 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
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate 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 of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we 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 you anything as beautiful as You
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