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Flying Squid
It’s over
To naked eyes
It’s part of my disguise
It’s lonely
In this body
Too bad that no one can see
Me go home
To screaming and fighting
So please shut up
It’s nothing
It’s nothing
It’s better
For you to die
Instead of rolling dice
Return me
To open sky
The wind will treat me right
I go home
To screaming and fighting
You’ve said enough
You’re nothing
You’re nothing
Is it too late to forget myself?
Is it too late to forget?