Bang 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,
And 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.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
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