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Painted Dream 
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de The Dada Weatherman
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no we get older now
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it keeps down a stream
so let pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me that if something with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn & cold when 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 the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it keeps down a stream
so let pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you painted my blank canvas
threw colours when you write a poem
the of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one
you told me that if something with orange
it would sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn & cold when 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 the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i through the brown leaves
at the broken clouds weaving free
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