| 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 |