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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 like you know
it keeps flowing down a stream
so let pretenders on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you me if ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i thought it was strange
for you had the of the rages
you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold you realized
that is all we've ever 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 the leaves
at the long clouds weaving
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it keeps flowing down a stream
so let pretenders on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you me if ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i thought it was strange
for you had the of the rages
you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold you realized
that is all we've ever 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 the leaves
at the long clouds weaving
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