DJ's Choice - Cruel Summer [1998] Lyrics

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Cruel Summer [1998]
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Cruel Summer [1998] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Cruel Summer [1998] By DJ's Choice?
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 What did they say 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've 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've gone You're not the only one It's a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It's a cruel, cruel summer Now you've gone It's a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It's a cruel, cruel summer Now you've gone You're not the only one It's a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It's a cruel, cruel summer Now you've gone You're not the only one It's a cruel, cruel summer Leaving me here on my own It's a cruel, cruel summer |
Who Wrote Cruel Summer [1998] By DJ's Choice?
Keren Woodward, Tony Swain, Steven Jolley, Sara Dallin, Siobhan Maire Deirdre Fahey
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What's The Duration Of The Cruel Summer [1998] By DJ's Choice?The duration of Cruel Summer [1998] is 3:32 minutes and seconds. |
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