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I to rule the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One I held the key
Next the were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
Blew down the 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 plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One I held the key
Next the were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
Blew down the 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 plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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