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I Dmwas five, and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
HeGm wore black, and I wore white
He would always win the fight
DmBang bang. He shot me down
Bang bang. I hit the ground
Bang bGmang. That awful sound
Bang bAang. My babyDm shot me down Dm Gm Dm Gm A Dm
DmSeasons came, and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
GmHe would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play
DmBang bang. I shot you down
Bang bang. You hit the ground
GmBang bang. That awful sound
Bang bAang. I used Dmto shoot you down
GmMusic played, and people sang
DmJust for me the church bells rang Dm Gm Dm Gm A Dm
DmNow he's gone, I don't know why
DmAnd till this day sometimes I cry
GmHe didn't even say "Goodbye"
GmHe didn't take the time to lie
DmBang bang. He shot me down
DmBang bang. I hit the ground
Bang bangGm. That awful sound
Bang bang. AMy baby shot me down Dm
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