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I was five and he was six |
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We rode on horses made of sticks |
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He wore black and I wore white |
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He would always win the fight |
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Bang bang, he shot me down |
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Bang bang, I hit the ground |
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Bang bang, that awful sound |
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down. |
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I was five and he was six |
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We rode on horses made of sticks |
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He wore black and I wore white |
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He would always win the fight |
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Bang bang, he shot me down |
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Bang bang, I hit the ground |
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Bang bang, that awful sound |
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down. |
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Bang bang, he shot me down |
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Bang bang, I hit the ground |
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Bang bang, that awful sound |
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down. |
