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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 from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The blowing on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing 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 without a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The blowing on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing 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 without a reel
To an ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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