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Messes Of Men 
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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 horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass 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 it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
the heavy of everything we knew
If you come near 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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The on the to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass 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 it to be!
I still taste its kiss, dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
the heavy of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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