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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes 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 with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want 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 memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of 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 ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes 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 with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no outrun
The cloth blowing on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want 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 memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of 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 ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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