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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...

My baby shot me down...
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...      My baby shot me down...