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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 gigelette 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 dreams. |
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And gigolo and gigelette, |
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Awake to find there eyes are wet, |
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With tears that tell their 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 gigelette |
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Still sing a song and dance along the boulevard 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 gigelette |
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Still sing a song and dance along the boulevard of broken dreams |
