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