Bob Dylan

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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
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Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can 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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Yup, she promised that she'd be right there with me
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When I paint my masterpiece.

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin' time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle,
I could hardly stand to see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory,
as the daylight hours do increase
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.

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I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
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With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side.
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Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,
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Everyone was there and nobody tried to hide.
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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 diff'rent
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When I paint my masterpiece.