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I used to rule the world
I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
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 discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and of sand
I hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a and wind
Blew the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells 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 won't call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
bells a-ringing
Roman are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I used to rule the world
I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
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 discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and of sand
I hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a and wind
Blew the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?...
I hear Jerusalem bells 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 won't call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
bells a-ringing
Roman are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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