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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but 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 across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere 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 eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no 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
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I 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 still docked
Captain spotted with his first at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while the heavy ship of we knew
If you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could 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 across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere 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 eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me at the told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no 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
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I 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 still docked
Captain spotted with his first at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while the heavy ship of we knew
If you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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