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You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree |
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Where if in the northern summer you come back to life |
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You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover’s salt |
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Where every Sunday night he’ll eat a little more of you |
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You say you can’t stop crying, it’s just the power of the song |
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Riding on the midnight bus again |
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And you say that you loved him but you were just too young |
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You say that’s why you still wait in the rain |
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You say a lot of things |
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And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts |
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But I never saw him paint a thing |
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He just kept the tins underneath his bed |
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And sniffed a different colour every night |
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And dreamed of a place up in the sky |
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Where everyone’s a painter till they die |
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You say you don’t like flying on aeroplanes |
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That even seabirds must get lonely out there |
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You said you were quitting after your next pack |
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And you said once that I was beautiful |
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But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing |
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I couldn’t stop my drinking |
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And you say a lot of |
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You say a lot of |
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You say a lot of things |
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You say you can’t stop dreaming about your funeral day |
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Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you |
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And I’d be up the back with a rose in my hand |
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And I’d give to you in death what I could not in life |
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