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I used to rule the world
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 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 held the key
Next the were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an word
And that was 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 believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an word
But that was when I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I St won't my name
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I used to rule the world
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 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 held the key
Next the were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells a-ringing
cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an word
And that was 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 believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an word
But that was when I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I St won't my name
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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