| 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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| I was five and he was six
|
| We rode on horses made of sticks
|
| He wore black and I wore white
|
| He would always win the fight
|
| Bang bang, he shot me down
|
| Bang bang, I hit the ground
|
| Bang bang, that awful sound
|
| Bang bang, my baby shot me down
|
| Bang bang, he shot me down
|
| Bang bang, I hit the ground
|
| Bang bang, that awful sound
|
| Bang bang, my baby shot me down |