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I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild
Blew down the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't my name
an honest word
And was I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can not explain
I Saint Peter will call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild
Blew down the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't my name
an honest word
And was I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can not explain
I Saint Peter will call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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