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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

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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

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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