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