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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 pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me that if with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in eyes
& turn & cold you realized
that 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 look through the leaves
at the 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 pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me that if with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in eyes
& turn & cold you realized
that 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 look through the leaves
at the clouds weaving free
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