| Boulevard
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| Lovely café home from home
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| Where I spend my afternoon
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| Hoping life will touch me soon
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| Boulevard
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| I wait till evening shadows fall
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| And then pretend to see someone
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| Across the road to where I run
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| But the boulevard
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| It knows me well
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| It feels my sorrow
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| It feels my need
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| Yes the boulevard
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| It understands
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| Each passing stranger
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| Each change of speed
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| Boulevard
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| A place where people come and go
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| Where some of us will never show
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| How inwardly we seem to grow
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| Ah but the boulevard
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| It knows me well
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| It feels my sorrow
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| It feels my need
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| Yes the boulevard
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| It understands
|
| Each passing stranger
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| Each change of speed, yes
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| Boulevard
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| Lovely café home from home
|
| Where I spend my afternoon
|
| Hoping life will touch me soon
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| Boulevard |