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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night by the Spanish Stair
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Gonna wash my clothes, scrape off all the grease
Gonna lock the doors and turn my back on the world for awhile
Gonna stay right there 'till I paint my masterpiece
Well, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodgin' lions with a mean and hungry look
Those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
I could see 'em comin', I could read their faces like a book
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop followin' a pack of wild geese
Someday, everything going to be different
When I paint, when I paint my masterpiece
Sailin' round the world full of crimson and clover
Sometime I feel just like my cup is runnin' over
I left Rome and I pulled into Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that it made me ill
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there to meet me comin' down the hill
Newspapermen eatin' candy
Had to be held back by big police
Someday, everything is going to be beautiful
When I paint my masterpiece
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