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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
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