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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 younger in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing down like a stream
so let your pretenders on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies with the green of grass
all the one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you the flame in eyes
& turn pale & you realized
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 on a rock
i look the leaves
at the broken weaving free
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing down like a stream
so let your pretenders on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies with the green of grass
all the one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you the flame in eyes
& turn pale & you realized
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 on a rock
i look the leaves
at the broken weaving free
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