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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
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We our long and we pray we keep it short
I 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 ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We our long and we pray we keep it short
I 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 ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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