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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 just be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the blues of the with the of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me that if ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in 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 souls forget the sad
yea on a cold rock
i look through the leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the blues of the with the of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me that if ryhmed with orange
it certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in 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 souls forget the sad
yea on a cold rock
i look through the leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving
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