

[Verse 1]
This is my father here with my mother
Me as a child, missin' teeth
Me and my sister sleeping together
Here mom and dad having tea
Bed with my brother
If I could only rewrite the story
[Verse 2]
Frames of the past awake
Time flew them by
I point out and wait that they become live
Bron: Genius
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