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Hot summer streets 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.
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Cruel Summer
(song)
by Bananarama
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| Language: | English |
| Submitted by: | pentalon |
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