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Say stop with the one hand, go with the other,
Stroke your fingers through my hair,
Leave me alone but stay in the next room,
But donât act like I sent you there.
Youâre making me crazy,
Youâre giving me déjà vu.
You love to count fatalities,
Embrace your dirty thoughts,
Why canât we live like magazines,
Break the rules and not get caught?
Youâre making me crazy,
Youâre giving me déjà vu.
I must admit itâs the same plot,
Yeah, itâs kind of hot,
But I feel like Iâm turning into someone Iâm really not,
I walk around town with my hat pulled down,
Within my mindâs eye cried tears of a clown, now,
Itâs the most spectacular,
Iâm blacker than Blackula,
All twilightâs night spotlight,
You try to tell a child that your styleâs brand new,
But itâs just another case of déjà vu,
Youâre making me crazy,
Youâre giving me déjà vu.
- Album:
- Pot Calls Kettle Black
- Mood Swings
- Small Sins
- Mood Swings (Bonus Track Version)
- Promo Only: Alternative Club, August 2006
- Daytrotter Session
- Astralwerks Fallwerks 2006
- Astralwerks SXSW- New Music 2006
- Nike Anywhere Anytime: Indoor Tune-Up
- Whistler - The Soundtrack Volume One
- Anywhere/Anytime Indoor Tune-Up
- XM: Live At the Verge
- Stay