bang

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.

Music played, and people sang. Just for me, the church bells rang.

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, 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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