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Deszczyk, mgiełka, szary poranek, żule pod sklepem, 13 stopni ciepła.

Genialny moment, żeby zostać schwytanym w pajęczą sieć, takie babie lato wspomnień. Ale cóż, stało się - nostalgio przybywaj! Właśnie dostałam zdjęcia z obozu. KONKRETNIE JEDNO, JEDYNE ZDJĘCIE. Znaczy - było ich więcej, ale ja zauważyłam tylko to jedno. I nieważne, jak źle na nim wyszłam. Powiem tyle:

''It was summer love,

he was like a drug,

beat me like a club -

everything was all right.

He was James Dean,

I was 'Billie Jean',

'california queen'...

Everything was all right.

(...)

Lovers and gears of common bomb,

he'll always be my favorite song.

He was silent gold,

he was Rockn'roll,

I should have never let him go!

Kiss me goodbye and I knew, it was final.

(...)

He was gone like vinyl,

his memory pops up, when I least expect it.

Its stuck in my head, like a broken record.

(...)

Let me with a kiss,

I wonder, where he is.

If that he ever miss me?

I wished, I could find him,

cause I need to remind him.

Skip, skip through my head...

Skip, skip through my head...

Skip, skip, skip through my head - all day.''

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