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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to the world
Seas would I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the 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 long live the king
One minute I the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason 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 Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I to the world
Seas would I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the 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 long live the king
One minute I the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you'd gone was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason 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 Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
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