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Chorus: Bukhaar in my chest. Bukhaar in my bones. Every degree rising— and I don’t want to come down. Let me burn slow in your shadow. Let this fever be my home.
He grabbed her wrist. “Then don’t cure me.” Bukhaar - Bayanni
“You’re shaking,” she said through the talkback mic. Chorus: Bukhaar in my chest
They never finished the track that night. But they recorded something else entirely—a fever neither of them wanted to break. Bukhaar - Bayanni