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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I to roll the dice
the 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 walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn't believe 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 a-ringing
cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword 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 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
Never 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 morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I to roll the dice
the 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 walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn't believe 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 a-ringing
cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword 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 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
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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