Fumes escape, we let it bake, deep within our lungs.
To get us there is all we care. It surely can’t do us wrong.
But once you see all the trees without their leaves in May,
you’ll wonder why we start to cry as if we had control of yesterday.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:52 PM UTC
Fumes escape, we let it bake, deep within our lungs.
To get us there is all we care. It surely can’t do us wrong.
But once you see all the trees without their leaves in May,
you’ll wonder why we start to cry as if we had control of yesterday.
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