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Looking back on my diary |
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I seem to get a sense of deja vu |
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And all these different things I'm going through |
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Seems that after all I've been through before |
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Faded days of my memory |
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Paper dreams of things I didn't do |
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Three years back, oh 1962 |
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In the wheel and spin |
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You just breathe again |
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All right you say to me |
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Live your life for today |
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Dreams are just fantasies |
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Waste your time and you pay |
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Oh, but some time ago |
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I was on my own |
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By a green telephone |
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And looking back on my diary |
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I seem to get this sense of passing through |
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Nothing's really changed and nothing's new |
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In the rise and fall it was after all deja vu |
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All right you say to me |
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Live your life for today |
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Dreams are just fantasies |
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Waste your time and you'll pay |
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Oh, but some time ago |
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I was on my own |
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By a green telephone |
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And looking back on my diary |
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I seem to get this sense of deja vu |
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And all these different things I'm going through |
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In the rise and fall |
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It was after all |
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Deja vu |
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Deja vu |
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Deja vu |
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Deja vu |
