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