I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks, he wore black & 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.....

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I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks, he wore black & 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.....


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