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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 like everything you know
it keeps down a stream
so let your 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 of grass
all the feelings into one
you me if something ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in eyes
& turn pale & 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 forget the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps down a stream
so let your 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 of grass
all the feelings into one
you me if something ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in eyes
& turn pale & 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 forget the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
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