| Cruel Summer |
| (Flowers, 1998) |
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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 (ah what did they say) Things I can't understand It's too close to comfort this heat has got right out of hand Chorus: It's a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here me here on my own It's a cruel, cruel summer Now you're gone You're not the only one It's a cruel The city is crowded, my friends are away and I'm on my own It's too hot to handle, so I gotta get up and go And I go Chorus No, don't you leave me No, don't you leave me Come on, come on No, don't you leave me No, don't you leave me Come on, come on Chorus |