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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 caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
me 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 understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to like me
but a few 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 memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our paper blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
me 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 understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to like me
but a few 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 memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you anything as beautiful as You
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