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