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Born in the war

You had dreams of being a ballerina

I saw the photos last time that I seen you

You had my mum when you were twenty-three

I heard that she was trouble just like me

And you like painting pictures, writing poems

I guess that’s why my words just keep on flowing

I wish that I could read the things you write

I’m tryna learn the language so I might

Three generations

Born in different decades

Some things have changed

But we got the same old heartbreaks

You tell me stories that happened back in your day

And I find it funny ’cause somehow I still relate

We’re dancing in different clothes

Falling in love until we let it go

But still there’s magic in something as simple

As three women sitting ’round a dinner table

You tell me you’ve been in love with Elvis since the 50s

How my mum danced to Bowie in the 80s

But I’ll never truly see things through your eyes

‘Cause all the pictures, they’re in black and white

Three generations

We’ve all made our mistakes

I look in the mirror

I see your face in my face

And everyone who knows us thinks that we’re all crazy

But I guess that’s exactly what makes us a family

We’re dancing in different clothes

Falling in love until we let it go

But still there’s magic in something as simple

As three women sitting ’round a dinner table

All the good old days and the city lights

Those little town jobs when money was tight

All your vintage pieces I’m wishing were mine

All our darkest moments, our wildest fights

All the names we cursed ’cause their love was a lie

All the secrets we’ll keep until we die

It’s something as simple

As pouring your heart right out

As three women sitting ’round a dinner table