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, bang ,down ,shot ,bang bang ,awful sound ,sound bang ,that awful ,ground bang ,that awful sound منبع
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