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Painted Dream 
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by The Dada Weatherman
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no we get now
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it flowing down like a stream
so let your choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the blues of the the green of grass
all the packed into one
you me that if something orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& pale & cold when you realized
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 feet on a cold rock
i look 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 flowing down like a stream
so let your choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the blues of the the green of grass
all the packed into one
you me that if something orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& pale & cold when you realized
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 feet on a cold rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
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