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Deja vu, somehow like a past life in her eyes The look on her face like a reoccurring dream She operates in absurdity, like me She's laughing, and she's crying simultaneously The words that shape her outlook sometimes seem bleak But she's weeping, and she's gracious like the old willow tree And she's laughing, and she's crying simultaneously Deja vu, somehow like a past life in her eyes The look on hеr face like a reoccurring drеam When she walks, it's a black box theatre scene 'Cause she's dancing with each movement like choreography The look on her face like a reoccurring dream She's a stranger, but I know her somehow subconsciously She's a stranger, but I know her at least, that's how it seems It's deja vu, somehow like a past life in her eyes The look on her face like a reoccurring dream Deja vu, somehow like a past life in her eyes The look on her face like a reoccurring dream From Letras Mania