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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 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 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 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 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 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