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Deja Vu
Here I sit in a dim room
head aglow with thoughts of you
I won't ask myself if you could feel it, too
A bossa nova lifts a tune
the one you sang when I met you
somehow I see you sway across the room
Feels like I'm swimming in
a recurring fantasy
a dream where I find, at last,
my missing love
While I see what's real
I have to admit, myself,
I'm capture by sone Deja Vu when I'm near you
My mind drifts back, the month is June
the windy day that I met you
a sky of blue adorned by a ghost moon
The knowing way you looked at me
reuniting time and space
Deja Vu, or hint of what will be?
Here I am lost again
in my own fantasy
the dream where I find at last
my missing love
While I hear what's real
I have to admit, myself,
I'm captured by some Deja Vu when I'm near you
At once I remember the touch of your cupids bow on my lips
the taste of the lavender tea in your hand
though you may doubt that it's true, I heard every word that you said
still, from here I can feel your heart beat slow and sweet against mine
Copyright 2019 Patrick A. Paraggio
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| Lyric Credits: Patrick A. Paraggio |
| Music Credits: Patrick A. Paraggio |
| Producer Credits: Patrick A. Paraggio |
| Publisher Credits: Patrick A. Paraggio |
| Performance Credits: Patrick A. Paraggio |
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Song Length: 4:25
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Primary Genre: Jazz-Bossa Nova
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Secondary Genre: Folk-Alternative
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