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BasiaThe Sweetest Illusion

bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_
mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cat
even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
every yellow taxi's like a cadillac
and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
and a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon
every dead end street's an ocean boulevard
and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion

and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do

the more i look the more i see
and i don't mind if my senses are deceiving me
the more i touch the more i feel
who cares what is imaginary and what is real
if black is white and red is green
i don't care which way around it is supposed to be
i close my eyes but i can see...

the more i look the more i see
form where i stand my world is looking
good to me
the more i touch the more i feel
don't want to know that is true what's
make believe...


bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_
mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cat
even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
every yellow taxi's like a cadillac
and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
and a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon
every dead end street's an ocean boulevard
and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion

and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do

the more i look the more i see
and i don't mind if my senses are deceiving me
the more i touch the more i feel
who cares what is imaginary and what is real
if black is white and red is green
i don't care which way around it is supposed to be
i close my eyes but i can see...

the more i look the more i see
form where i stand my world is looking
good to me
the more i touch the more i feel
don't want to know that is true what's
make believe...


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