Forever dusting off the chromosomes
That echo down the generations gone (gone)
I swear I heard them in my headphones (in my headphone)
Singing that, singing that, singing that same sweet and sour song
Well, I'm something of my mother, something of my father
Something of my sister, and something of all of the people
In the pictures of the mantlepiece
Yeah, the people in the pictures of the mantlepiece
Yeah, I'm something of my mother, something of my father
Something of my sister, and something of all of the people
In the pictures of the mantlepiece
The people in the pictures of the mantlepiece, yeah
♪
I know we're made from ancient constellations
And the blood and the guts and the memories bound to the branches of the family tree
And I can feel all the little pieces of this completely mono combination
Bouncing, and bouncing, and bouncing, and bouncing around inside of me
Well, I'm something of my mother, something of my father
Something of my sister, and something of all of the people
In the pictures of on mama piece
Yeah, the people in the pictures of the mantlepiece
Yeah, I'm something of my mother, something of my father
Something of my sister, and something of all of the people
In the pictures of the mantlepiece
The people in the pictures of the mantlepiece
♪
I'll take the good and the not so great
Always with different and the ways that we relate
But there's always time until it's gone
Feels I'm welding onto something, is it an unexploded bomb?
Give me a word, you said, "I don't understand"
I'll take all the temper tantrums while I hold your shaky hands
Well, I'm something of my mother, something of my father
Something of my sister, and something of all of the people
In the pictures of the mantlepiece
Yeah, the people in the pictures of mantlepiece
Yeah, I'm something of my mother, something of my father
Something of my sister, and something of all of the people
In the pictures of the mantlepiece
The people in the pictures of the mantlepiece, yeah
♪
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