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[Verse 1]
Hold
Well you can hold your hands together all you please
Won’t erase those tender tidings you endured
You were just another family member on their knees
Just a social work statistic out the door

[Chorus]
They beat against the tender sightings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And where they are tonight well you will never know
But I swear that I will find them, now

[Verse 2]
More
It’s more than just a simple question of decay
More than all those fists that beat into your door
It’s more than all the shrinks that told you you’re okay
It’s more than anything that I have waited for

[Chorus]
They beat against the tender sightings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And if they even can remember I don’t know
But I swear that they’ll remember, now

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[Verse 3]
Home
It’s just another word you’ll always push away
Just a memory you wear outside your clothes
And it will burn down into cinders and some day
They will burrow down to their parental holes

[Chorus]
They beat against the tender sightings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And if they’ve ever paid a price well I don’t know
But I swear that they will pay one, now