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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, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
And I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
