I'm a collector of masterpieces
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Totally into original things
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And I've got priceless art hangin' on my walls
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And I love the noise that creative brings
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Ain't got a vault or security
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It's not a velvet rope kind of gallery
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It's just
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(Chorus:)
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Sunshine smilin' on plain white paper
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Cardboard cutouts with angel wings
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Rainbow drawings by tiny fingers
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And a big ol' castle out of popsicle sticks
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But my favorite piece ain't got a frame
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It's on the 'fridgerator door with the misspelled name
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With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister
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There I am in the middle of (the) real big picture
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Used to be the paper, now it's paper dolls
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I'm dodgin' crayolas on the kitchen floor
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And sometimes I rush to work for peace and quiet
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But I miss it all once I'm out the door
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And when the world gets crazy and cold
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Lucky me, I get to come home to that
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(Chorus)
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Yeah, you know my favorite piece ain't got a frame
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It's on the 'fridgerator door with the misspelled name
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With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister
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There I am in the middle of the real big picture
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The real big picture
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There I am in the middle of the real big picture, yeah
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The sunshine is smilin'
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The real big picture
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Big Picture
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Lisa Brokop |