| I was five and he was six
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| We rode on horses made of sticks
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| He wore black and I wore white
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| He would always win the fight
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| Bang bang, he shot me down
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| Bang bang, I hit the ground
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| Bang bang, that awful sound
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| Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
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| Seasons came and changed the time
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| When I grew up, I called him mine
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| He would always laugh and say
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| Remember when we used to play?
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| Bang bang, I shot you down
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| Bang bang, you hit the ground
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| Bang bang, that awful sound
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| Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
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| Music played, and people sang
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| Just for me, the church bells rang.
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| Now he's gone, I don't know why
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| And 'til this day, sometimes I cry
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| He didn't even say goodbye
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| He didn't take the time to lie.
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| Bang bang, he shot me down
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| Bang bang, I hit the ground
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| Bang bang, that awful sound
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| Bang bang, my baby shot me down... |