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Ninth Avenue Reverie

You say you want to be buried beneath the mango tree

Where every northern summer you'll come back to life

You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover's salt

Where every Sunday night he'll eat a little more of youYou say you can't stop crying; it's just the power of the song

Riding on the midnight bus again

You say that you loved him but you were just too young

You say that's why you still wear the ringYou say a lot of thingsYou say that your daddy was a painter of sorts

But I never saw him paint a thing

He just kept the tins underneath his bed

And sniffed a different colour every nightAnd dreamed of a place up in the sky

Where everyone's a painter 'til they dieYou say you don't like flying on the aeroplanes

That even the sea birds must get lonely out there

You said you were quitting after your next pack

And you said once that I was beautifulBut for all the pretty ladies in Beijing

I couldn't stop my drinkingAnd you say a lot of

You say a lot of

You say a lot of thingsYou say you can't stop dreaming about your funeral day

Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you

I'd be up the back with a rose in my hand

And I'd give to you in death what I could not in life

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