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