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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 in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing like a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw when you write a poem
the of the skies with the of grass
all the feelings into one
you me if something orange
it would like a revenge
but i always it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the in eyes
& turn pale & you realized
life is all we've had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our the sad
yea bare on a cold rock
i through the leaves
at the long broken free
we'll be in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing like a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw when you write a poem
the of the skies with the of grass
all the feelings into one
you me if something orange
it would like a revenge
but i always it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the in eyes
& turn pale & you realized
life is all we've had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our the sad
yea bare on a cold rock
i through the leaves
at the long broken free
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