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