| You were four and I was six
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| Rode on horses made of sticks
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| You wore black and I wore white
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| You would always win the fight
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| Bang, bang, you 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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| You grew up, and I left town
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| I will always call you mine
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| You would always laugh and say
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| Remember when we used to play
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| Bang, bang, you shot me down
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| Bang, bang, my cold heart hit the ground
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| Bang, bang, that awful sound
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| Bang, bang, I baby shot me down
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| You always young heart
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| Now you’re gonna get this part
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| You always laugh and say
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| Remember when you used play
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| To this day I don’t know why
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| To the lonesome times I cry
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| Wouldn’t even try to lie about
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| The times we knew inside
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| Bang, bang, you 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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| Now we’re torn and all apart
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| Thought that we were always smart
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| You would always laugh and say
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| Remember when we used to play
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| Bang, bang, you 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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| You were always young at heart
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| Now you’re gonna get this part
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| You always laugh and say
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| Remember when you used play
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| Bang, bang
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| Bang, bang
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| My baby shot me down |