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I just wanna stay in this far swallowhole Where words are won with a little dream in the eye... My world is looking back. And i can see curious glances that are surprised At my smallness and they laugh. and they laugh. and they laugh... They don't have anything to tell me But seem to have everything to reveal I said a few words. and it appeared normal. During the cheeks getting red. time flies... And they laugh... Illusion and hypocrisy dealers when the world collapses. They form a circle and seem to see each other. I'm afraid of being the scenery of a calamity Unless its reverse is only their truth. They're getting closer