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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 younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it flowing like a stream
so let pretenders on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you me that if something with orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
you the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when 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 the sad
yea on a rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long broken weaving
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it flowing like a stream
so let pretenders on dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the with the green of grass
all the feelings one
you me that if something with orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge
but i thought it was kinda strange
for you had the of the rages
you the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when 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 the sad
yea on a rock
i look the brown leaves
at the long broken weaving
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