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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 like you know
it flowing down like a stream
so let your pretenders on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you told me if something ryhmed orange
it 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 & cold 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 the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it flowing down like a stream
so let your pretenders on your dust
for you're the & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you told me if something ryhmed orange
it 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 & cold 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 the sad
yea bare feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving
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