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Least Inkling

Front 242

There's no use fighting
I try to remain Unappalled
There's no use fighting
It leaves me provisionally quiet and cold

A sinking feelig
Is swiftly growing
I didn't have the least inkling
Of the plot they were weaving

Composição: Daniel Bressanutti





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