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I to the world
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd sing
Now the old is dead long the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman 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
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
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem a-ringing
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 call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to the world
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd sing
Now the old is dead long the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman 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
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
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem a-ringing
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 call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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