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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its seasons its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth 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 crass as to want like 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 dull in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long 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 exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as as You
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the crab in its seasons its shell
Such distance our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making at the boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth 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 crass as to want like 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 dull in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long 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 exist we faithfully insist
watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as as You
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