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
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