The gulls are crying.
Missy can you hear them call?
It was so easy then,
When all our friends were small.
How we used to like the old-time movies,
The silent picture show.
Where you make up your life,
At the end of the night,
As your reel-to-reels unfold.

Now I come here to score some satisfaction.
Maybe some more of that old reaction.
I'm a junkie for that grand illusion.
Who's losing and who's just using.

I lost my virtue,
Leading some double life, I fear.
It was so easy then,
When all our friends lived near.
Now I'm left without an advertisement,
To separate the marks and the shills,
From these good-time blues,
And two-toned shoes,
That choose to give me the chills.

I come to score, or maybe more.
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/bgSAI am a junkie for that grand illusion.
Who's using, who am I losing?

The summer's fading,
I can feel it go.
It's slipping through my fingers,
Like some broken radio.
The sea gulls flying,
Missy, can you hear them call?
I remember you cried when the summer died,
Though I wouldn't cry at all.

Da da da dum,
La da da dum,
La da da da da da la.

THAT GRAND ILLUSION
Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian
Appears on: Janis Ian (1978)-19781 & (Bonus Track)-2004
& Janis Ian, Vol. 2-2003.
1 Transcribed from the track on this album.

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