Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers
We live our lives in fever
In a choking sweat of fear
In the heat of the night you can
feel so much
In the heat of the night I scream
Don't touch!
I remember a time when we
used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that
passion was free
In the heart of the night... bodies aflame
We live in fever...
I hear your secret heartbeat
I can hear your silent cries
The kids have lost their freedom
And nobody cares till somebody
famous dies...
I remember a time when we
used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that
passion was free
In the heart of the night... bodies aflame
Now we live, in a world of uncertainty
Fear is the key - to what you want to be
You don't get a say the majority
gets its way
You're outnumbered by the bastards
till the day you die...

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