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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a across a lens,
everything wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance 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
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a 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 as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a across a lens,
everything wrong from we stood
and our paper blew before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady to waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance 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
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a 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 as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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