C am f dm We carried you in our arms on independence day Bb f c And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away Am f dm Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? Bb f c To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him no
(chorus:) E7 am Tears of rage, tears of grief F c Why must I always be the thief? E7 am Come to me now, you know we're so low F c7 fmaj7 c 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 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 true And I myself was among The ones who thought It was just a childish thing to do
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