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I used to the world
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the would sing
Now the old king is the king
One minute I the key
Next the closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon of and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my 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 when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?...
I hear bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs 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 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 field
For some I can't explain
I know St won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I used to the world
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the would sing
Now the old king is the king
One minute I the key
Next the closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon of and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my 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 when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?...
I hear bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs 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 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 field
For some I can't explain
I know St won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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