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