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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 caravelle
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look wrong we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could 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 and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues 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 ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look wrong we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on of salty wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could 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 and mildew on my glass,
I'd want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues 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 ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
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