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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 grown, |
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Bang, Bang! That awful sound, |
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Bang, Bang! My baby shot me down. |
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(My baby shot me down) x3 |
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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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(My baby shot me down) x3 |
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Now he's gone, I don't know why |
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And till 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 |