D A D A E
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(no chord) A D A
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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
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E A D
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ancient footprints are everywhere.
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A D A
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You could almost think that your seeing double,
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E A
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On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
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E A
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Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
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E A D
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Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece.
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A D A
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She promised she'd be there with me,
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E A
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When I paint my masterpiece.
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D A D A E
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(no chord) A D A
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Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum.
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E A
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Dodging lions, and a-wasting time,
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D A D A
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oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see'em
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E A
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Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive.
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E A
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Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory,
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E A D
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When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese,
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A D A
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Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
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E A
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When I paint my masterpiece.
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Am C#m
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Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola,
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D Bb E D C#m D E
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Oh to be back in the land of, Coca-cola.
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D A D A
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Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels,
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E A
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On a plane ride so BUMPY that I almost cried,
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D A D A
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Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels,
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E A
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Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside,
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E A
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Newspaper men eating candy,
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E A D
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Had to be held down by big police.
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A D A E A
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Someday, everything's gonna be different, When I paint my masterpiece.
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When I Paint My Masterpiece
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| The Band |
