𝔻𝔼𝕁𝔸 𝕍𝕌

[Instrumental solo] Verse 1: A flicker of the familiar, a haunting hue, That strange sensation we call déjà vu. A moment repeated, or so it seems, Like whispers of memories or forgotten dreams. Verse 2: Have I been here before? I start to wonder, As present and past begin to blur and plunder My sense of time, leaving me confused, Reality and illusion thoroughly fused. Chorus: Déjà vu, déjà vu, A mystery old, yet always new. Time's illusion, a mental brew, We're caught in the grip of déjà vu. Verse 3: A glitch in the matrix? A temporal twist? Or merely a trick of the mind in our midst? Whatever the cause of this puzzling view, We're left to ponder the enigma of déjà vu. Verse 4: Perhaps it's a glimpse of another life, A parallel world where choices were rife. Or fragments of futures that never came true, Now seeping through cracks in our temporal glue. (Repeat Chorus) Verse 5: Some say it's a hiccup in memory's flow, A misfiring synapse that puts on a show. A cognitive quirk, a neuronal jest, That leaves us bewildered and slightly stressed. Verse 6: In crowded streets or quiet rooms, It strikes without warning, this mental perfume. A scent of the known in a place that's brand new, The uncanny feeling of déjà vu. (Repeat Chorus) Verse 7: Scientists seek and philosophers muse, On this common phenomenon we all sometimes use. A reminder, perhaps, of life's mystery, Our perception of time and its misty history. Verse 8: So next time you feel that familiar sensation, That odd mix of comfort and mild perturbation, Remember you're not alone in feeling askew, We're all sometimes touched by strange déjà vu. (Repeat Chorus) Final Chorus (with slight variation): Déjà vu, déjà vu, A mystery old, yet always new. Time's illusion, a mental brew, We're forever caught in déjà vu. [Outro] [End]