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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 in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing down a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours like when you a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you told me that if something with orange
it would sound a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn & cold when you realized
that life is all we've 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 look through the leaves
at the long weaving
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing down a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours like when you a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you told me that if something with orange
it would sound a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn & cold when you realized
that life is all we've 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 look through the leaves
at the long weaving
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