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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our away before we'd 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 heard me laughing at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few off the shore, I bit a lure
and I 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, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We 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 exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our away before we'd 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 heard me laughing at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few off the shore, I bit a lure
and I 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, seasick yet still docked
Captain napping his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We 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 exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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