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I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the would sing
Now the old is dead long live the king
One minute I the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an word
And was when I 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 I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know St won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my 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 that was I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the would sing
Now the old is dead long live the king
One minute I the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an word
And was when I 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 I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know St won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my 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 that was I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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