Music & Lyrics: Bob Dylan

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you’re seeing double,
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.

Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece,
She promised she’d be there with me,
When I paint my masterpiece.

~ Bob Dylan

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