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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth 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 and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while 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 as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away we'd the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady to adulterous waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth 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 and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while 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 as as You
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