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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I used to the world
Seas rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the 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 on me
And I discovered my castles stand
pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone was never
Never an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
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
a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason 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 my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I used to the world
Seas rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the 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 on me
And I discovered my castles stand
pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone was never
Never an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
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
a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason 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 my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
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