(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E. Nevin)
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Your name froze on the winter air
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An empty bench in Soho Square
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Forgotten now I turn away
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Just save me for a rainy day
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But don't be sorry
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I don't want to hear it baby
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My feet froze in the winter chill
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I knew I'd probably get ill
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But I was praying we could fill
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An empty bench and still
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You're so sorry
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But I don't want your pity baby
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It's all yours now please don't tease
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The pigeons shiver in the naked trees
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And I'll do anything but
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Please don't hurt me
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Just kiss me quick
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'Cos it's my birthday
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And I feel so small
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I don't know why
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But no I'm not too old to cry
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An empty bench in Soho Square
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If you'd have come you'd have found me there
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But you never did 'cos you don't care
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And I'm so sorry baby
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I don't mind loneliness too much
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But when I met you I was touched
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And that was good enough for me
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But do we always have to be sorry
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Why can't we just be happy baby?
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One day you'll be waiting there
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No empty bench in Soho Square
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And we'll dance around like we don't care
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And I'll be much too old to cry
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And you'll kiss me quick in case I die
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Before my birthday
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One day you'll be waving there
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No empty bench in Soho Square
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No I don't know the reason why
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I'll love you till the day I die
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But one day you'll be waiting there
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Come summertime in Soho Square
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And I'll be painting stars up in the sky
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Before I get too old to cry
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Before my birthday
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I hope I see those pigeons fly
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Before my birthday
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In Soho Square on my birthday
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Soho Square
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Kirsty MacColl |