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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I used to the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead the king
One I the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon of salt and of sand
I hear a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was a wicked and 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 string
Oh who would want to be king?...
I Jerusalem 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
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Jerusalem a-ringing
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 that was I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I used to the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead the king
One I the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon of salt and of sand
I hear a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was a wicked and 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 string
Oh who would want to be king?...
I Jerusalem 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
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Jerusalem a-ringing
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 that was I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
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