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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
and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
a a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory 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,
forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions 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 of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
a a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory 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,
forgetfully along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions 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 of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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