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How they try to, mothers don't forget All those words them daughters said No they thread, they thread, they thread Now they hang there, wait there in the eaves With a grip so tight it leaves With a grip so tight it leaves Blacker than the blackest blue these arms These arms have ever seen These arms have ever... Now resigned to, children don't regret All those things your words have said No they fed, they fed, they fed Now we stand on pillars made of these Though we sway impossibly Though we sway impossibly Catch them as catch can is all we do So don't fear our slightest move So don't fear our slightest... From Letras Mania