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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I 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 need to be strong
We our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I 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 need to be strong
We our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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