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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to rule the world
would when I the word
Now in the morning I 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 would sing
Now the old is dead live the king
One minute I the key
the walls were closed on me
And I that my stand
pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
Once 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 doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the 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 want to be king?...
I Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my 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
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem a-ringing
cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know St won't my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
would when I the word
Now in the morning I 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 would sing
Now the old is dead live the king
One minute I the key
the walls were closed on me
And I that my stand
pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
Once 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 doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the 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 want to be king?...
I Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my 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
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem a-ringing
cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know St won't my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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