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I walk along the street of sorrow
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The boulevard of broken dreams,
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Where gigolo and gigolette,
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Can take a kiss without regret.
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So they forget the broken dreams.
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You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
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When you behold your scattered schemes,
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And gigolo and gigolette,
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Wake up to find their eyes are wet
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With tears that tell of broken dreams.
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Here is where you'll always find me,
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Always walking up and down
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But I left my soul behind me
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In an old Cathedral town.
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The joy that you find here you borrow
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You can not keep it long it seems.
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But gigolo and gigolette,
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Still sing a song and dance along
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The boulevard of broken dreams.
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
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| Jan Garber |
