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 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 that 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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Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, 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 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, everything is 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 pullin' muscles,
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Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
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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.
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When I Paint My Masterpiece
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| Bob Dylan |
