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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to rule the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I 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 held the key
the were on me
And I my stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was a and wild wind
down 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 silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St won't call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I 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 held the key
the were on me
And I my stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was a and wild wind
down 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 silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St won't call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
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