We gonna boss you! Our spirits are dying! You died from overwork! Our spirits are dying! But not died. Our spirits are dying! You died from overwork! Our spirits are dying! But not died. A silent protest!!
Wicked girl was nothing great. She's not only pretty, but also bright. I can't sit and do nothing tonight. But my fuel is running out. If I should fall, what would you say?
The ship is going now. It should come to this! A flock of birds swept by, My frown relaxed into a smail. We open a gate for Mars. I won't give in. Oi Oi, You're doing nothing but cry!
