"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"
The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a miss except a couple of droplets of blood on a otherwise white, plush, rug and two smashed cans of coke on the pavement outside.
"Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down"
Lyrics taken from “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
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