There’s a familiar sense inside you
It’s called Dejavu
You think it’s seen before
If only that you brew

It comes up first as a stir
But then it would get bigger
An overwhelming feeling
Like a pull of a trigger

Probably it’s from your before-life
Where you’re a different being
Or perhaps it’s just your brain
Messing up that thing

Maybe it is, Maybe it’s not
Dejavu’s not hard to find
All if that you don’t recognize
It rings a bell in your mind