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You say you want to be buried beneath the mango treeWhere every northern summer you'll come back to lifeYou say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover's saltWhere every Sunday night he'll eat a little more of youYou say you can't stop crying; it's just the power of the songRiding on the midnight bus againYou say that you loved him but you were just too youngYou say that's why you still wear the ringYou say a lot of thingsYou say that your daddy was a painter of sortsBut I never saw him paint a thingHe just kept the tins underneath his bedAnd sniffed a different colour every nightAnd dreamed of a place up in the skyWhere everyone's a painter 'til they dieYou say you don't like flying on the aeroplanesThat even the sea birds must get lonely out thereYou said you were quitting after your next packAnd you said once that I was beautifulBut for all the pretty ladies in BeijingSongtexteI couldn't stop my drinkingAnd you say a lot ofYou say a lot ofYou say a lot of thingsYou say you can't stop dreaming about your funeral dayWhere all your long-time friends will be crying for youI'd be up the back with a rose in my handAnd I'd give to you in death what I could not in life Aus Songtexte Mania