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Introdução: Dm Gm Dm Gm A Dm
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I was five, and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
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He wore black, and I wore white
He would always win the fight
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Bang bang. He shot me down
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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Seasons came, and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
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He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play
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Bang bang. I shot you down
Bang bang. You hit the ground
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Bang bang. That awful sound
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Bang bang. I used to shoot you down
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Music played, and people sang
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Just for me the church bells rang
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Now he's gone, I don't know why
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And till this day sometimes I cry
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He didn't even say "Goodbye"
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He didn't take the time to lie
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Bang bang. He 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