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I to rule the world
Seas rise when I the
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the would
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls on me
And I that my castles
Upon of salt, and of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are 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
you there was never, never an
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of drums
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are 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 know Saint Peter won't my name
an word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter call my
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas rise when I the
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the would
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls on me
And I that my castles
Upon of salt, and of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are 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
you there was never, never an
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of drums
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are 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 know Saint Peter won't my name
an word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter call my
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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