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Cruel Summer - Bananarama

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

CHORUS: 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