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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 unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
everything from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes 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 and on my glass,
I'd want someone so as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a 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 useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a across a lens,
everything from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes 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 and on my glass,
I'd want someone so as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a 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 useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you as beautiful as You
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