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Summer '95

So that summer was the last one
and we knew: it's ending
So a blood oath was made
And when we pricked our fingertips
it hurt, it hurt
Us snot-nosed brats hung around at the beach
We always cycled on gravel potholes
Sand went into our mouth
and into our eyes, into our eyes
And it filled our pant legs
 
We would like to say: "Call you!"
Of course we'll do that.
But yet we didn't.
 
In the market, a yellow swimsuit
You helped me when I stole it
We filled cow parsley with hay
We smoked
I coughed, I coughed
The summer went quickly, however
I probably cried a little, when I packed
I went with the last load
You waved
I watched, I watched
 
In fall I won't come to school any more
I will write "bye bye" on the class's blackboard
 
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Kesä-95

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