There must be a golden frame
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Coming to me
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Cuz where are you?
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Where are you?
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Where are you?
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The very day when you first heard
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Your heart beat
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Listens for you still
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So I think
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it's not so much the painting
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As what you give yourself
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By what you leave
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Your signature...
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On Sundays the ladies
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Took off their wiry, old hats and
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Made donuts in the back of
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The church. I can
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Smell them cooking in middle of mass
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Cakes are prizes at carnivals
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Holding hands-that's a gift
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Of our landscapes
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For the heart is always
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That one summer night
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you stretch it from face to face
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Like chewing gum. You can rig it up
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And hear each other thru a tin can
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Now it bakes and hardens like an old
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Dream under the front porch
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Where the air is talcum
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Mamma's eyes are blue
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And Father took the weird beast
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We're walking next to you
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That is the picture that I see
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The Unsigned Painting
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Rickie Lee Jones |