Copyright : BMG Music Publishing Warner Chappell Music Publishing
Reference Number : 0045
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Our dad would send us to our room He'd be the voice of doom, he said that we would thank him later All day he was solid as a rock But by eight o clock we'd be crumblin' One night my brother Joe an' me climbed down the fam'ly tree That grew outside our bedroom window We ran though we knew it couldn't last, running from the past Things that we were born to be
Looking back it's so bizarre; it runs in the family All the things we are On the back seat of the car with Joseph and Emily We only see so far and we all have our daddy's eyes Looking back it's so bizarre
That man, the officer in charge A man so large, he barely fit his circumstances He said, "two kids out on the street were picked up on the beat And in the station" So there's me with Emily and Joe and daddy driving home Were heading' in the same direction He knew no matter what the breaks we'd make the same mistakes Couldn't take his eyes of Joe and me
Looking back it's so bizarre; it runs in the family All the things we are On the back seat of the car with Joseph and Emily We only see so far and we all have our daddy's eyes Looking back it's so bizarre, it runs in the family All the things we are Looking back it's so bizarre
Like a dream within' a dream we're all somewhere in between Like a drummer plays his drum like a father like a son You're gonna have to face the music
Oh yeah, face the music, hey, hey
We keep it runnin' in the family, hey, hey We keep on comin' in the family
Lookin' back it's so bizarre; it runs in the family All the things we are On the back seat of the car with Joseph and Emily We only see so far 'cause we all have our daddy's eyes Lookin' back it's so bizarre, whoa yeah, runnin' in the family
Runnin' in the family And we all have our daddy's eyes
Lookin' back it's so bizarre, whoa yeah, runnin' in the family
Runnin' in the family And we all have our daddy's eyes