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 their broken dreams.
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You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
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When you behold your shattered 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 cannot 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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Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
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The joy that you find here, you borrow,
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You cannot 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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| Marianne Faithfull |
