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Painted Dream 
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de The Dada Weatherman
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no we wont get older now
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my canvas
threw colours when you a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you told me that if something orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you the flame in your eyes
& turn & cold when you realized
that is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my canvas
threw colours when you a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you told me that if something orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you the flame in your eyes
& turn & cold when you realized
that is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
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