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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the 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 want so crass as to want someone 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 taste its kiss, hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I 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 ship of we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything wrong from anywhere we stood
and our blew away we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the 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 want so crass as to want someone 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 taste its kiss, hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
spotted napping with his mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we we keep it short
I 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 ship of 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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