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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble |
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Ancient footprints are everywhere |
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You can almost think that you're seein' double |
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On a cold, dark night on the Spanish stairs |
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Got to hurry on back to my hotel room |
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Where I've got me a date with Botticellis niece |
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She promised that she'd be right there with me |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
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Oh, the hours that I've spent inside the Coliseum |
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Dodging lions and wastin' time |
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Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em |
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Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb |
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Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory |
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As the daylight I was new tree |
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Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
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I left Rome and landed in Brussels |
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Where they picture of tall up tree by my side |
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Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' turtles |
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Everyone was there but nobody tried to hide |
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Newspapermen eating candy |
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Had to be held down by big police |
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Someday, everything is gonna be different |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
