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 fightBang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me downSeasons 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 downMusic played and people sang Just for me the church bells rangNow 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 lieBang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me downIndividuals with passion. A person with a certain restlessness that leads them to always wanting more. Yet at peace with their current situation to enjoy the more when it comes. Someone who would not condescend to do what society expects. Friends who are far enough along their journey to be ready to share part of their life with others.
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