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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 you know
it keeps flowing like a stream
so let your pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw you write a poem
the blues of the skies the green of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold you realized
that life 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 bare feet on a rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's you know
it keeps flowing like a stream
so let your pretenders choke on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw you write a poem
the blues of the skies the green of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold you realized
that life 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 bare feet on a rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds
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