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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 everything you know
it keeps flowing like a stream
so let your pretenders on dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you blew the flame in eyes
& pale & cold when you realized
that life 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 leaves
at the long broken weaving
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing like a stream
so let your pretenders on dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you blew the flame in eyes
& pale & cold when you realized
that life 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 leaves
at the long broken weaving
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