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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 down a stream
so let pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
colours like when you write a poem
the of the skies with the of grass
all the packed into one
you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would like a revenge
but i it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold 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 the 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 flowing down a stream
so let pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
colours like when you write a poem
the of the skies with the of grass
all the packed into one
you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would like a revenge
but i it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold 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 the leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
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