To prove to my heart
That we're meant to be
My mind is willing
To lie about what it sees
It trys to recover
A memory never lost
I must remember
At all cost
There has to be
Some sort of deja vu
We met before
I know, I know you
My head searches
But can't seem to find
Any bit of evidence
To prove you were mine
That we're meant to be
My mind is willing
To lie about what it sees
It trys to recover
A memory never lost
I must remember
At all cost
There has to be
Some sort of deja vu
We met before
I know, I know you
My head searches
But can't seem to find
Any bit of evidence
To prove you were mine
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