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• Artiste: Barbara Dickson
• Titre: Tears Of Rage
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We carried you in our arms On Independence Day Ad now you throw us all aside And put us all away Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat a father so To wait upon him hand and foot Yet always answer no Tears of rage, tears of grief Why am I always the one who must be a thief Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief We pointed out the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you thought that it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand And I want you to know that while you walked And discovered 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 a thief Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief It was all so very painless When you ran out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe And now the heart is filled with gold As if 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 a thief Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief