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
My baby shot me down
Season came and changed the time, when I grew up I called him mine
We 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
I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the churchbells rang

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