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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. 

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...