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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 you know
it down a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw like you a poem
the of the with the green of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me that if something orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you blew the in your eyes
& turn & cold you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our the sad
yea on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
we'll be in our dreams
yea future's you know
it down a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw like you a poem
the of the with the green of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me that if something orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
you blew the in your eyes
& turn & cold you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our the sad
yea on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
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