| 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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| Down down d-down…
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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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| Now he’s gone I don’t know why
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| until 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.
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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 |