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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 caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew 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 laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want 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 expected 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 mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew 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 laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd want 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 expected 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 mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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