Where there’s smoke, there’s fire
All hell is breaking loose and the rats are everywhere…
What will become of us? What’s all happening here?
oh no…oh no…oh no…
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire
All hell is breaking loose and the rats are everywhere…
What will become of us? What’s all happening here?
oh no…oh no…oh no…
There is a Urdu poem. It says " smoke are getting out from my eyes, instead of tears. "
Oh no oh, no oh no.
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