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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper 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 by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could 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
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never 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 what 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 ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper 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 by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could 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
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never 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 what 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 ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as as You
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