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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
Caught me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping 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 faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
Caught me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want like me
but a few off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping 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 faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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