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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 crumbling One night, my brother Joe and me Climbed down the family tree That grew outside our bedroom window We ran though we knew it couldn't last Running from the past From 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 Dad rang the officer in charge A man so large he barely fitted 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 All heading in the same direction He knew no matter what the breaks We'd make the same mistakes Couldn't take his eyes off Joe and me CHORUS 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 with 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 running in the family Hey hey, we keep on coming in the family Running in the family And we all have our daddy's eyes Looking back it's so bizarre