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