A que se morían por saber.

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Nancy Sinatra

I was five and he was six,
we rode on horses made of sticks.
He wore black and I wore white,
he would allways win the fight.

Bang Bang,
He shot me down
Bang Bang,
I hit the ground
Bang Bang,
That awfull sound
Bang Bang,
My baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time,
when i grew up i called him mine.
He would allways laugh and say,
remember when we used to play.

Bang Bang,
I shot you down
Bang Bang,
You hit the ground
Bang Bang,
I used to shoot you down.

Music played and people said,
just for me the churchbells rang.

Now he's gone,
I dont know why.
And till this day,
sometimes i cry.
He didn't even say goodbye,
he didnt take the time to lie.

Bang Bang,
He shot me down
Bang Bang,
I hit the ground
Bang Bang,
That awfull sound
Bang Bang,
My baby shot me down.

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