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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and 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 with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no 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
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an 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 long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the in its proper sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and 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 with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no 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
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an 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 long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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