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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
E A D
Ancient footprints are everywhere
A D A
You could almost think that your seeing double
E A
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
E A
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
E A D
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece
A D A
She promised she'd be there with me
E A
When I paint my masterpiece
D A D A E
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Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum
E A
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time
D A D A
Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see'em
E A
Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive
E A
Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory
E A D
When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese
A D A
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
E A
When I paint my masterpiece
Am C#m
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola
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Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola
D A D A
Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels
E A
On a plane ride so BUMPY that I almost cried
D A D A
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels
E A
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
E A
Newspaper men eating candy
E A D
Had to be held down by big police
A D A E A
Someday, its gonna be different, When I paint my masterpiece