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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still 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
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when 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 we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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
tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still 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
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
along, with no need to be strong
We keep our long and when 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 we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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