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Now as she's walking out the door |
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Sayin' she don't want me no more |
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As her tires are a squealin' |
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Lord, I get this funny feelin' |
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That I've been in this position before |
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A different time another flame |
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Still it's spooky how it seems the same |
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Deja blue, deja blue |
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Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty certain |
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That this cryin' and a hurtin' |
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Is somethin' I've already been through |
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Oh Lordy here I go again |
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Tell me will it ever end |
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Same ol' fool, nothin' new |
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Deja blue |
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Now it started in the second grade |
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With little blondie what's her name |
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I toted all her books |
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And gave her long and gooshy looks |
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And all she wanted was my brother Jay |
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That first time nearly done me in |
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But I've been there a hundred times since then |
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Deja blue, deja blue |
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Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty certain |
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That this cryin' and a hurtin' |
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Is somethin' I've already been through |
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Oh Lordy here I go again |
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Tell me will it ever end |
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Same ol' fool, nothin' new |
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Deja blue |
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Instrumental |
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Deja blue, deja blue |
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Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty certain |
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That this cryin' and a hurtin' |
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Is somethin' I've already been through |
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Oh Lordy here I go again |
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Tell me will it ever end |
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Same ol' fool, nothin' new |
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Deja blue |
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Same ol' fool, nothin' new |
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Deja blue... |
