If you'd have come you'd have found me there
One day you'll be waiting there, no empty bench in Soho Square
And we'll dance around like we don't care
One day you'll be waiting there, no empty bench in Soho Square
No I don't know the reason why I'll love you till the day I die
But one day you'll be waiting there
Come summertime in Soho Square
And I'll be painting stars up in the sky
Before I get too old to cry before my birthday
I hope I see those pigeons fly before my birthday
In Soho Square on my birthday
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1 comment:
Thank you.
I loved Kirsty so much and her loss still aches, but every live clip of her makes things better.
I envy you and Shelley for getting to share that particular bench in Soho Square, but I can't be resentful because you are both too adorable.
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