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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
the in my enemy's eyes
as the would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman are singing
Be my my sword and shield
Missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone was never
an word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
the in my enemy's eyes
as the would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman are singing
Be my my sword and shield
Missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone was never
an word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
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