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D a d a e
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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
(no chord) a d a
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,
D bb e d c#m d e
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 bumby 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.
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