| Long ago I hit you, we were in the car
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| You were crazy in the back seat, it had gone too far
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| And I pulled the auto over and I hit you with all my might
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| I knew right away it was too hard and I’d never make it right
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| I was aiming for your buttock but I struck your outer thigh
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| You had on a bathing suit and right before our eyes
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| Suntanned skin turned crimson where the hand had hit
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| And my palm stung from hitting you so hard that I hurt it
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| Against the law in Sweden, charges can be filed
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| Here it’s all too common, a parent hits a child
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| On your face I saw the shock and then I saw the pain
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| Then I saw the look of fear, the fear I’d strike again
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| Then I saw your anger, your defiant pride
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| And then I saw one tear drop, the rest you kept inside
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| I said I was sorry and I tried to clean the slate
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| But with that blow I’d sewn a seed and saw it was too late
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| These days things are awful between me and you
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| All we do is argue like two people who are through
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| I blame you, your friends, your school, your mother and MTV
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| Last night I almost hit you that blame belongs to me
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| Long ago I hit you, we were in the car
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| You were crazy in the back seat, it had gone too far
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| And I pulled the auto over and I hit you with all my might
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| I knew right away it was too hard and I’d never make it right |