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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.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
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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COMMENTI:

Autore: viorika
( venerdì 7 gennaio 2005, ore 09:53 )

Diciamo che qualche pensierino l'ho fatto anch'io...

Autore: taveuni
( mercoledì 5 gennaio 2005, ore 23:59 )

mmm vedo che non sono l'unica a voler sparare a qualcuno, eh?