Sunday 27 July 2014

1987 Dec: Deja Vu

I've seen you before,
But only in my dreams
Or the corner of my eye.
When I turn
You're never there
And I am alone
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.

Across a crowded room
You look straight into my eyes,
A stranger who I recognise,
But you're always with
Some other girl
And I'm still left
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.

When I have to stand
And watch you walk away
I know you won't be back.
So I bite my lip
And wipe my tears
And start again
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.

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