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