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