Déjà Vu Songtext
von Austin Meade

Two lane highways
And speed trap towns
Remind me of home
And why I got the hell out

I′m done with excuses
Depression and love
But I'm still scared to death
Of the Lord above

It′s like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon
It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon


Nothing but headlights
And a moon on the rise
All my suffocating thoughts
To slowly pass the time

I'm on the edge of losing it
Got nothing left to keep
Me and any sort
Any sort of company

It′s like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon
It′s like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon

It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon
It′s like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon
It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon
It′s like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon