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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 dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our 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 laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance 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 and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our 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 laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance 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 and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while sink the ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could show you as beautiful as You
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