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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