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
Until 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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04.04.2007 в 21:18-
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04.04.2007 в 22:25да....обожаю её....фатально...
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06.04.2007 в 20:36все изменится.
весна.
прекрасное время.
цветущее...как и люди.
не для грусти.
*время подняться и просто идти!!!!*
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06.04.2007 в 20:59but the thing's I'll always remember 'how we used to play', I still recall the moments we had together...
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07.04.2007 в 17:28-
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08.04.2007 в 11:49не выход + даже в теории невозможно...только если амнезия ...
я, по-моему вообще нахожусь на грани забывать/забываться...и ближе, всё ближе ко 2-ому...
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20.04.2007 в 16:50