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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
in our ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to 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 taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we 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
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
in our ships
and each caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
the horseshoe in its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing louder at the told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
with on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to 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 taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we 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
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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