All Hail The Hitmaker

Deja Vu

All Hail The Hitmaker [2008]

lyrics by: James Finch

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There’s a man and he’s:
Sitting on the sidewalk
Sitting on the sidewalk
Sitting but he’s not real
There’s a man and he’s:
Watching all the people
Watching all the people
Watching but they’re not there

Far away on a yellow park bench
There’s a feeling you can only say in French
Dé·jà vu
At the Gotham Café
It's been seven long years
It felt like a day
To Me

There’s Dickey and she’s:
Jumping off a building
Jumping off a building
Jumping but she’s not real
There’s a girl and she’s:
Falling past the wires
Wondering in horror
How the ground is gonna feel

Far away on a yellow park bench
There’s a feeling you can only say in French
Dé·jà vu
At the Gotham Café
It's been seven long years
It’s all felt the same
To Me

There’s John and he’s:
Driving with his eyes closed
Smiling with his eyes closed
But his breaks aren’t real
Here’s John who’s:
Trying to hold on to
Trying to hold on to
The spinning steering wheel

Far away on a yellow park bench
There’s a feeling you can only say in French
Dé·jà vu
At the Gotham Café
It's been seven long years
It’s felt like a day
To Me

I used to have a chance
But I always lost my choice
When everything eventually
Overwhelms my voice
Between today
And the far off future
If life’s a bitch
Why don’t we stand up against her?
We’ll see

There’s me and I’m
Knowing all the crowds now
Knowing all the crowds now
Knowing how it feels
There’s me and I:
Have no memory
Have no memory
Since I’m not real

Far away on a yellow park bench
There’s a feeling you can only say in French
Dé·jà vu
At the Gotham Café
It’s been seven long years
But it’s felt like a day
To me
Far away on a yellow park bench
There’s a feeling you can only say in French
Dé·jà vu
At the Gotham Café
It's been seven long years
But it’s all felt the same
To Me