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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 horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes 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 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 and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you as as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes 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 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 and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you as as You
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