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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of wood
me making eyes 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 well understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep 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 faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from we stood
and our blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on of wood
me making eyes 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 well understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want so crass as to want someone 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 hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep 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 faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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