Текст песни Cruel Summer, Bananarama
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And the pavements are burning I sit around Trying to smile but The air is so heavy and dry Strange voices are saying Things I can t understand It s too close for comfort This heat has got Right out of hand It s a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It s a cruel, cruel summer Now you re gone The city is crowded My friends are away And I m on my own It s too hot to handle So I got to get up and go It s a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It s a cruel, cruel summer Now you re gone |