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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 be in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing like a stream
so let your pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw when you a poem
the blues of the skies the of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you me if ryhmed orange
it would sound a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
you blew the in your eyes
& turn & 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 forget the sad
yea bare feet on a rock
i look through the leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
we'll be in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing like a stream
so let your pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw when you a poem
the blues of the skies the of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you me if ryhmed orange
it would sound a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
you blew the in your eyes
& turn & 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 forget the sad
yea bare feet on a rock
i look through the leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
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