Deja Vu from September Sun by Jet City Sports Club

Love grows good on hidden streets
The pulse of time is evading me
As I walk a rain swept Sydney

Sunken eyes in an alleyway
A valley of smoke from a bar cafe I sit inside and wait

Rotten crowds fill the room
A bunch of drunken fools
They’re all here for you

Déjà Vu

Velvet hands approaching me
Coffee or whiskey?
Cause there’s nothing in between

Light through stained glass window panes
Like a dream I’ve gone insane
But she still feels the same way

She speaking but I can’t hear what she’s saying I’m just another face in her day
But I’m sure I’ve been here before

Déjà Vu
Am I marked for life or death?
Something’s coming over me
I want to feel love and I want to give love
But the guilt is in the way

Déjà Vu

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