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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the horseshoe crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such from our friends
like a a lens,
made everything wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes 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 blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 brass and on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I you, it was not what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his first at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We our long and when we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll up a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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