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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 caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything wrong we stood
and our paper we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no could outrun
The blowing on the like 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 never want someone so as to like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its proper sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything wrong we stood
and our paper we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no could outrun
The blowing on the like 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 never want someone so as to like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you anything as beautiful as You
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