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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made look from we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few 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 as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe in its its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made look from we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few 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 as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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