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"
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Tears of rage, tears of grief  
Why must I always be the thief?  [bad word] to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief 

It was all very painless
When you went out to receive  
All that false [bad word] 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?
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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 [bad word]  
And I myself was among
The ones who thought
It was just a childish thing to do
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