We carried you
in our arms On Independence Day And
now you'd throw us all aside And put
us all away
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun could
treat a father so To wait upon him hand
and foot And always tell him, "No"?
Tears of rage, tears of grief Why
must I always be the thief? Come to me
now, you know We're so alone and life
is brief
It was all so 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 But, oh, what kind
of love is this Which goes from bad to
worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief Must
I always be the thief? Come to me now,
you know We're so alone and life is brief
We pointed you 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
I want you to know that while we
watched you discovered no one would
be true and I myself was among the ones
who thought It was just a childish thing
to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief Must
I always be the thief? Come to me now,
you know We're so alone and life is brief
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