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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 each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew 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 heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the 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 never want someone so 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 what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew 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 heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the 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 never want someone so 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 what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
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