| Want to buy some illusions
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| Slightly used, second-hand?
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| They were lovely illusions,
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| Reaching high, built on sand.
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| They had a touch of paradise,
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| A spell you cant explain,
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| For in this crazy paradise
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| You are in love with pain.
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| Want to buy some illusions
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| Slightly used, just like new?
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| Such romantic illusions,
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| And theyre all about you.
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| Too bad they all fell apart
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| Like dreams often do.
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| They were lovely illusions,
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| But they just wouldnt come true.
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| Slightly used, just like new,
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| Such romantic illusions
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| And theyre all about you.
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| Id sell them all for a penny,
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| They make pretty souvenirs.
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| Take my lovely illusions,
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| Some for laughs, some for tears.
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| On this next song, Im using the translation, a new translation done by one of my best, best, best, best friends in ireland, the playwriter and poet,
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| frank mcguinness, and he did a new translati
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| The threepenny opera about four or five years ago, and I played pirate jenny in that production at the gate theatre in dublin. |
| and I love this translation,
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| I think its so exceptional. |
| in this
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| Jenny who is a prostitute and a waitress in a, in a, in a shitty hotel, er,
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| obviously on the docks, and, and macheath is her pimp, is imagining,
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| is having a fantasy of what she would do to thos
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| Oppress her if she could. |