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Painted Dream 
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by The Dada Weatherman
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no we get older now
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's 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 like you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the into one
you me if something ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& & cold when you realized
is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
there 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 long broken clouds weaving free
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's 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 like you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the into one
you me if something ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& & cold when you realized
is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
there 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 long broken clouds weaving free
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