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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 borken 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 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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the joy 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 |
