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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 caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew 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 heard me laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so as to someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our blew 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 heard me laughing louder at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so as to someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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