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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
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate 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 like 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 crass as to want someone 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 its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate 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 like 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 crass as to want someone 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 its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we insist
while watching the ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
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