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