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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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Well you could 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 Botticelli's niece |
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She promised, 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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Those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em |
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Well, it sure has been a long hard climb |
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The 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, life will be sweet like a rhapsody |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
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So I left Rome and I landed in Brussels |
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On a plane so bumpy that I almost cried |
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Clergymen in uniform, yes and young girl pullin' muscles |
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Well, it should have been a long hard ride |
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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, that's right |
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Someday, everything is gonna be different |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
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When I paint my masterpiece |
