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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 |
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he shot me down |
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bang bang |
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I hit the ground |
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bang bang |
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that awful sound |
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bang bang |
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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 |
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I shot you down |
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bang bang |
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you hit the ground |
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bang bang |
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that awful sound |
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bang bang |
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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 to 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 |
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he shot me down |
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bang bang |
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I hit the ground |
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bang bang |
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that awful sound |
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bang bang |
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my baby shot me down |
