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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 just be in our dreams
yea future's you know
it down a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings packed one
you me that if ryhmed with orange
it would a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you the in eyes
& turn & cold you realized
that is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea on a rock
i through the leaves
at the long clouds free
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's you know
it down a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings packed one
you me that if ryhmed with orange
it would a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you the in eyes
& turn & cold you realized
that is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea on a rock
i through the leaves
at the long clouds free
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