I was gonna make a happy post, to show to myself that I'm happy, but I'd be lying, I assume this'll be my last post, not like anybody will notice, I never really cared about it anyways
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Bang Bang, he shot me down Bang Bang, I'd 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'd 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.
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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'd 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'd 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'd hit the ground
Bang Bang, that awful sound
Bang Bang, my baby shot me down...
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