| 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 seeing double
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| On a cold dark night on the Spanish stairs
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| Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
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| Where I got myself a date with a pretty little boy from Greece
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| He promised that he’d be right with me
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| When I paint my masterpiece
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| Oh the hours I’ve spent inside the Collosseum
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| Dodging lions and a-wasting 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 running 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’s 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 pulling 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
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| Someday everything’s gonna be different
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| When I paint my masterpiece |