17.Tears of Rage
作詞：Bob Dylan, Richard Manuel
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
Yeah, always tell him, 'No'
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief？
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
It was all so 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 must I always be the thief？
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
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
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief？
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
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