[00:04.91]You say you want to be buried beneath a mango tree
[00:13.03]Where if in the northern summer you come back to life
[00:20.82]You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover’s salt
[00:29.06]Where every Sunday night he’ll eat a little more of you
[00:37.32]You say you can’t stop crying, it’s just the power of the song
[00:45.68]Riding on the midnight bus again
[00:53.57]And you say that you loved him but you were just too young
[01:02.14]You say that’s why you still wait in the rain
[01:10.23]You say a lot of things
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[01:34.08]And you say that your daddy was a painter of sorts
[01:42.70]But I never saw him paint a thing
[01:50.42]He just kept the tins underneath his bed
[01:58.56]And sniffed a different colour every night
[02:06.29]And dreamed of a place up in the sky
[02:16.00]Where everyone’s a painter till they die
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[02:40.10]You say you don’t like flying on aeroplanes
[02:49.05]That even seabirds must get lonely out there
[02:57.95]You said you were quitting after your next pack
[03:05.58]And you said once that I was beautiful
[03:13.22]But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing
[03:21.60]I couldn’t stop my drinking
[03:30.52]And you say a lot of
[03:34.34]You say a lot of
[03:38.47]You say a lot of things
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[04:22.56]You say you can’t stop dreaming about your funeral day
[04:33.07]Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you
[04:41.74]And I’d be up the back with a rose in my hand
[04:50.39]And I’d give to you in death what I could not in life
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