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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 be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the of the skies the of grass
all the packed one
you told me if something with orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
we'll be younger in our dreams
yea future's everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream
so let pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust
you my blank canvas
threw colours like you write a poem
the of the skies the of grass
all the packed one
you told me if something with orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge
but i always thought it was strange
for you had the weetest of the rages
then you blew the in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when you realized
life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get
is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad
yea feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free
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