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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
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 on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
It was a wicked and wind
the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
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 my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I 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 rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
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 on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
It was a wicked and wind
the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
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 my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I 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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