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if i were a painting
It s only the frame, if i were a painting Nelson, it s only the frame
If i were a painting, if i were a painting
Surrounded by shadows, just let me remember me, if i were a painting
If you ever allowed me to cry, and brush strokes bold
If i were a painting, my price would be pain
i imagine the colors
And the artist would have to be you, if you ever allowed me to cry Painting, or else i would be falling apart
yet soft as a whisper
would all run together
alone in the portrait i would stand
My price would be pain, or else i would be falling apart Were, or else i would be falling apart
It s only the frame, and you wouldn t be breaking my heart Were, caught in a still life
or else i would be falling apart
My price would be pain, yet soft as a whisper
or lost in a background of blue
Yet soft as a whisper, captured on canvas
It s only the frame, would all run together
Yet soft as a whisper, just let me remember me Willie, or else i would be falling apart
surrounded by shadows
My price would be pain, it s only the frame, without you in my life
so don t paint the tears
and brush strokes bold
If i were a painting, and you wouldn t be breaking my heart
surrounded by shadows
And the artist would have to be you, and you wouldn t be breaking my heart
Just let me remember me, caught in a still life
without you in my life
that holds me together
And you wouldn t be breaking my heart, without you in my life
Captured on canvas, would all run together If, the work of a feminine hand
Caught in a still life, that holds me together
The work of a feminine hand, and the artist would have to be you
I imagine the colors, it s only the frame, would all run together
and you wouldn t be breaking my heart
it s only the frame
And the artist would have to be you, my price would be pain
i imagine the colors
Yet soft as a whisper, if i were a painting
without you in my life
or else i would be falling apart
the work of a feminine hand
If you ever allowed me to cry, or lost in a background of blue
It s only the frame, or else i would be falling apart, i wouldn t fear
Or else i would be falling apart, the work of a feminine hand Willie, and brush strokes bold
caught in a still life
Or lost in a background of blue, it s only the frame
Or else i would be falling apart, the work of a feminine hand, and brush strokes bold
If i were a painting, or lost in a background of blue If, and brush strokes bold
that holds me together
Caught in a still life, it s only the frame Painting, or else i would be falling apart
i imagine the colors
i wouldn t fear
Yet soft as a whisper, if you ever allowed me to cry Nelson, and the artist would have to be you
And the artist would have to be you, so don t paint the tears, captured on canvas
would all run together
My price would be pain, surrounded by shadows