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# posted by Luckynumberlipe @ 9:41 da tarde

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 to 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.

# posted by Luckynumberlipe @ 9:54 da tarde