I was 5 and he was 6
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
Seasons came and changed the time
When i grew up i called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Rememeber when we used to play
Bang bang i shot you down
Bang bang you hit the ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang i used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now hes gone i dont know why
Until this day sometimes i cry
He forgot to say goodbye
He didnt take the time to lie
Bang bang he shot me down
Bang bang i hit the ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me down
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