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