There is no thin luck at the end of the world, and the red face is out for whom,
The day is overcrowded.
You are free, I am not free;
This order winter, not three volts.

There is no thin luck at the end of the world, and the red face is out for whom,
The day is overcrowded.
You are free, I am not free;
This order winter, not three volts.