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