We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
And now you throw us all aside
And put us on our way
On what dear daughter would 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot?
Yet, always end say no
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
He was pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though, you just thought that it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now, I want you to know that while you watched
Discover that there was no one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
It was all very, 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
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
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