We carried you in our arms On Independence Day And now you d throw us all aside And put us on our way. Oh what dear daughter neath the sun Would treat a father so To wait upon him hand and foot And always tell him"No"? Tears of ragetears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me nowyou know We re so alone And life is brief. We pointed out the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand. NowI want you to know that while we watched You discover there was no one true. Most ev rybody really thought It was a childish thing to do. Tears of ragetears of grief Must I always be the thief? Come to me nowyou know We re so low And life is brief. It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe. And now the heart is filled with gold As if it was a purse. Butohwhat kind of love is this Which goes from bad to worse? Tears of ragetears of grief Must I always be the thief? Come to me nowyou know We re so low And life is brief. |
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