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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 cord, 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 Botticelli's 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 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 |
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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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When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese |
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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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Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola |
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Oh to be back in the land of Coca Cola! |
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I left Rome and landed in Brussels |
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On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried |
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Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles |
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Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside |
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Newspapermen eating candy had to be held down by big police Someday, |
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Everything is gonna be different |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
