Deja Vu Ain´t What It Used To Be

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✍️ Text: Steve Ramsey 🎵 Hudba: Skyclad
Have you heard the one \'bout when a most unlucky fella, Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller? She said; \"Of all the palms I\'ve read - yours is by far the worst. I\'m duty-bound to tell you, you\'ve been well-and-truly cursed.\" Ill-fated was my selfless quest. Blind-faith a grave mistake. I\'d strived to do my very best, to serve a dream quite fake. Just one more hapless sacrifice, spilt tears in full-flood. Ingenuous I\'ve paid their price. Not all vampires suck blood! Chorus: Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack. When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back. I\'ve been here many times before; again the joke\'s on me. I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain\'t what it used to be. *O well for him that lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. *O well for him who ne\'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey with grief and tears, A mother weeping all alone. To tread an unshared path alone, was my lot from the start. So seldom fleeting solace known, by this rent, careworn heart. Watch the stand-up tragedy; famous for fifteen minutes. I glimpsed my future and decree, saw dearth of purpose in it. Chorus: Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack. When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back. I\'ve been here many times before; again the joke\'s on me. I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain\'t what it used to be. *But well for him whose foot hath trod The weary road of toil and strife, Yet from the sorrows of his life Builds ladders to be nearer God. * - Taken from the verse \"Cry woe, woe and let the good prevail.\" By Oscar Wilde

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