It's been awfully rainy. Causing much self reflection and the collision of many different ideas. Some of these are for recorded; but a few of these I might process further.

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  1. oldstandby
    oldstandby ·

    fun album you have quite the collection

  2. reverendsugare
    reverendsugare ·

    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
    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 hit the ground
    Bang bang, that awful sound
    Bang bang, my baby shot me down...

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