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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 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, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and heard me at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast 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 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, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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