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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our ships
and caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its its shell
distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our paper away before we'd left 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 at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like 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 want someone so crass as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure 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 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 and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything 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 ships
and caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its its shell
distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from we stood
and our paper away before we'd left 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 at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like 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 want someone so crass as to someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure 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 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 and when we pray we it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything 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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