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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long the king
One I the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered my stand
Upon pillars of and of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason 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
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But was I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St won't call my name
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long the king
One I the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered my stand
Upon pillars of and of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason 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
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But was I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St won't call my name
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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