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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 be younger in our dreams
yea future's 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 canvas
threw colours you a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the packed one
you told me that if with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i always it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the in eyes
& turn pale & cold you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls the sad
yea bare on a rock
i the leaves
at the long weaving
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's 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 canvas
threw colours you a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the packed one
you told me that if with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i always it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the in eyes
& turn pale & cold you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls the sad
yea bare on a rock
i the leaves
at the long weaving
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