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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to the world
would when I gave the word
Now in the 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 sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I the key
the on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I 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 was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my head on a plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever 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 some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to the world
would when I gave the word
Now in the 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 sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I the key
the on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I 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 was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my head on a plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever 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 some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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