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