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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the 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 I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to 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 its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we we 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
the heavy of everything we knew
If you come I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the 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 I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to 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 its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we we 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
the heavy of everything we knew
If you come I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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