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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless 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 like 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 hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
me at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless 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 like 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 hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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