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