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Painted Dream 
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by The Dada Weatherman
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no we get older now
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it keeps down a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
colours when you write a poem
the blues of the skies the of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it certainly a revenge
but i always it was strange
for you had the of the rages
you the in eyes
& turn pale & when you realized
that is all we've had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea on a cold rock
i look through the leaves
at the long clouds
we'll just be in our dreams
yea future's like you know
it keeps down a stream
so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you painted my canvas
colours when you write a poem
the blues of the skies the of grass
all the feelings into one
you told me if something ryhmed with orange
it certainly a revenge
but i always it was strange
for you had the of the rages
you the in eyes
& turn pale & when you realized
that is all we've had
& that's all we'll eer get
there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea on a cold rock
i look through the leaves
at the long clouds
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