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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few 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, 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 his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as as You
in our ships
and each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the crab in its seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
like a across a lens,
made everything look wrong we stood
and our paper away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning with the waves
as there's mistakes I've no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so as to want someone like me
but a few 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, 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 his first mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we keep it short
I a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you as as You
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