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Bang Bang
I got you your dead
Gotta count to ten
Before you can play again
But it’s a second chance
Don’t you want a second chance
To live?

We’ll go back to when we used to play
Cops and Robbers
And I’ll chase all my friends
And run from future lovers
But it’s simple there
Yeah It’s simpler there

And now I’m stuck in the mud
Waiting for someone to crawl
Through my legs
So I can move on
You’re it.
Think I’ll sit
This one out.

Yeah I could I dodge a ball
But I couldn’t dodge the bullet of everyday life
Had to grow up and take it
Everyday gets duller than a plastic knife
Try to cut anything
It’s near impossible to get through.
That’s life.
A dull knife.
Oh well. ( I liked the analogy)

So let’s go back to when we used to play
Cowboys and Indians
And I’ll have a birthday party
And invite all of my friends
And it’s a simple time
Yeah it’s a simpler time for all.

But now I’m sitting here frozen after I been tagged
And I need someone to touch me.
And I’ll run
From that someone
Who froze me in my place
And you’re it.
Think I’ll sit
This one out.

The Game of Life is a Monopoly
Of disappointment
So get a Clue
Ups and downs
Chutes and ladders
And nothing makes me sadder
But to say Sorry!
Guess Who, its me
Bingo, Yahtzee
Red Rover Red Rover
Send you over to me.

And we’ll go back to when we used to play house
We’ll eat plastic food and make mud pies
Then I’ll realize your icky
Push you down and make you cry
Maybe some things will never change
And I find it kinda strange
It was a simpler time
Could of sworn it was a simpler time

But now I’m locked in a jungle gym and I want to get out
And I see you walking by but you cannot hear me shout
I’ll make a chain to you
I’ll make a chain for you
And I’ll reach you I’ll reach you,
And get the one who put me here, my dear.

But you’re it
Think I’ll sit
This one out.