| Well my dad he’s set in stone
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| Sees the world like his daddy did
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| Can’t seem to change with the times
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| And why would he now?
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| Ain’t a man of wasted words
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| Speaks mostly with his eyes
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| And you know when he’s mad
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| And he’s always mad, or so it seems
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| And it runs in the family
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| Might be the best of me, no
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| It’s gon' be the death of me, I know
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| And it ain’t hard to see
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| My mom who seems so sad
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| I don’t know who she really was
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| 'Cause she was strong and fearless, stubborn and she didn’t break
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| And sometimes I’d see her staring off
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| To a dream a lifetime away
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| How she kept her sanity
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| Was all a mystery
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| And it runs in the family
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| Might be the best of me, no
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| It’s gon' be the death of me, I know
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| And it ain’t hard to see
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| It runs in the family
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| And oh, how the time goes by
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| With a weary blink of an eye
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| We become our parents just the same
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| Oh, turn the page
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| 'Cause it runs in the family
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| Might be the best of me, no
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| It’s gon' be the death of me, I know
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| 'Cause it ain’t hard to see
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| Oh, it runs in the family
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| Might be my destiny
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| It’s gon' be the death of me, I know
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| And it ain’t hard to see
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| It runs in the family |