Deja Vu

Outcast on a Friday afternoon in October
Feeling sober though
I fear the fear of feeling older
And holding her
Their playing blind man's buff with me
On a clothesline
Deaf and blind
All my life

Ooh
I prayed to the dead to start living
Ooh
To give up illusions of this world
Lost and found at the same time
Give me a fee I'll pay the price
Ooh
Must be Deja vu again

Forbidden fruit is the lowest to pick
And the sweetest
I feel bad for thinking bout thinking
Bout having a feast
When I look into her eyes
I feel weakness
If this is a wave
Then life is a beach

Ooh
I prayed to the dead to start living
Ooh
To give up illusions of this world
Lost and found at the same time
Give me a fee ill pay the price
Ooh
Must be Deja vu again
Must be Deja vu again
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
I prayed to the dead to start living
Ooh
To give up illusions of this world
Lost and found at the same time
Give me a fee I'll pay the price
Ooh
Must be Deja vu again
Must be Deja vu again
Must be Deja vu again



Credits
Writer(s): Abby Butler
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