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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 Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up I called him mine/ He would always laugh and say Remember 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 Now hes gone I dont know why Until this day, sometimes I cry He didnt even 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
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 18:26:07 +0000

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