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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing 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 acquaintance 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 the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first 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 a thimble full of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
made look wrong anywhere we stood
and our before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing 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 acquaintance 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 the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first 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 a thimble full of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as beautiful as You
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