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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I used to rule the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I 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 live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone was never
an word
And was when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
down the to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear 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 I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
I used to rule the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I 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 live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone was never
an word
And was when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
down the to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear 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 I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(Muchísimas gracias...)
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