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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 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. |
