[Verse 1] Hold Well you can hold your hands together all you please Wont 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 Its more than just a simple question of decay More than all those fists that beat into your door Its more than all the shrinks that told you youre okay Its 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 dont know But I swear that theyll remember, now [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Home Its just another word youll 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 theyve ever paid a price well I dont know But I swear that they will pay one, now
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