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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like 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 want someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not 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, yet still docked
spotted napping 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 keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
me making at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like 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 want someone so crass as to want someone me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not 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, yet still docked
spotted napping 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 keep it short
I drank a of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
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