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bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_
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mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cat
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even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
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every yellow taxi's like a cadillac
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and the cup that once appeared half empty
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has become a cup that is half full
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where there was a space there is now plenty
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you're a lucky sign ascending--
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no one does for me what you do
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love is the sweetest illusion
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every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
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monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
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and a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon
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every dead end street's an ocean boulevard
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the more i look the more i see
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and i don't mind if my senses are deceiving me
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the more i touch the more i feel
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who cares what is imaginary and what is real
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if black is white and red is green
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i don't care which way around it is supposed to be
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i close my eyes but i can see...
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the more i look the more i see
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form where i stand my world is looking
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good to me
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the more i touch the more i feel
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don't want to know that is true what's
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make believe...
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The Sweetest Illusion
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| Basia |
