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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 like everything you know
it keeps flowing a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me that if something ryhmed orange
it would sound 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
& 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 bare feet on a cold rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long clouds weaving free
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me that if something ryhmed orange
it would sound 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
& 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 bare feet on a cold rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long clouds weaving free
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