(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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