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