| With her little rag doll clutched in her arms
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| She was crossing the street realizing no harm
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| And I was the driver, It’s sad but it’s true
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| Who killed that little girl, It could happen to you
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| With a scream and a crash in the street there she lay
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| That scene will haunt me 'til my dying day
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| I can hear it each day and all thru the night
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| That little girl pleading «Mother Hold Me Tight»
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| No charges were placed against me
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| unavoidable the report read
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| I did my best to stop
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| but the little girl she’s dead
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| God knows I’d gladly take her place if I only could
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| But that’s just wishful thinking and really does no good
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| No one will ever know, My prayer I can’t repeat
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| As I knelt beside that little girl
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| as she died there in the street
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| My life has been so darkened, At night I cannot sleep
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| For I dream about the little girl
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| I killed there in the street
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| With a scream and a crash in the street there she lay
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| That scene will haunt me 'til my dying day
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| I can hear it each day and all thru the night
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| That little girl pleading «Mother Hold Me Tight» |