Deja Vu
Hand in hand two lovers walk,
doing what lovers do.
And it gave me such a feeling,
the feeling of Deja vu.
A hypnotic type of feeling,
that stirs all thoughts of you.
A feeling of the mystic sort,
this feeling of Deja vu.
A distant memory hazed by time,
of a candle and a dinner for two.
When suddenly it became so clear,
with the feeling of Deja vu.
A sleeping past fills my heart,
with things we use to do.
And so often it's all awaken,
by the feeling of Deja vu.
I'd gladly surrender your memory,
and be done at last with you.
If only I could rid this feeling,
the feeling of Deja vu.
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