The air was so thick, well. you could cut with a knife,
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And the night stood still.
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Never felt like this in all of my life.
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It never felt so real.
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I can't believe,
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The way my heart melts with every beat.
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Blame it on the heat.
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It happens when we meet.
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Blame it on the sweet southern nights.
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Blame it on the heat.
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Baby, when we touch, uncontrollable fire,
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Comes over us.
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Why we create such a burning desire,
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Is mysterious.
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We go out of our minds,
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As the temperature climbs by degrees.
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Blame it on the heat.
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It happens when we meet.
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Blame it on the sweet southern nights.
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Blame it on the heat.
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Blame it on the heat.
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Instrumental break.
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We go out of our minds,
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As the temperature climbs by degrees.
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Blame it on the heat.
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It happens when we meet.
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Blame it on the sweet southern night.
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Blame it on the heat.
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Blame it on the heat.
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Blame it on the heat.
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Blame It On The Heat
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| Deborah Allen |
