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(Words and Music by: Z. Walters) This girl, the way she looked at me spoke to me through telepathy told me things I never would have known de ja vu from what I've dreamt at home head deep on the reef I creep never felt a sweep from deep so steep mork and mindy taught me all I know now I run like the river that's way my mind flows ooh, de ja vu come into my mind all these reruns I cannot rewind ooh, de ja vu come into my brain all these reruns I cannot contain seems like, I've been here before monica's next victim is Al Gore society tells us who we should be I'm a music junky what's wrong with me Society says to be the crop of the cream Be a manufactured structural beam To help build a predictable scene Shun the stiffs and American Dream human beings From Letras Mania