|
i play the game |
|
in hopes to end this charade |
|
you've got me caught |
|
and tangled up in your web |
|
deja vu |
|
this scene's already played through |
|
a crime scene |
|
chalk lines drawn around you |
|
the price of fame |
|
you know could never be paid |
|
sleeping pills |
|
and into bottle of wine |
|
deja vu |
|
this scene's already played through |
|
you're dead(?) |
|
i've seen it all in a dream |
|
haunting familiar deja vu |
|
i know your end is coming soon |
|
i can't help but think |
|
one day they'll find you |
|
sleeping forever, ever gone |
|
haunting familiar deja vu |
|
i know your end is coming soon |
|
i can't help but think |
|
one day they'll find you |
|
sleeping forever, ever gone |
|
haunting familiar deja vu |
|
i know your end is coming soon |
|
i picture your face |
|
we're dancing on your grave |
|
sleeping forever, ever gone |
