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(Oh... oh... oh...)
I to rule the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I 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 pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs 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 was never
Never an honest word
And was when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would to be king?...
I bells a-ringing
cavalry 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 ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St won't my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
I to rule the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I 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 pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs 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 was never
Never an honest word
And was when I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would to be king?...
I bells a-ringing
cavalry 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 ruled the world
...
(Oh... oh... oh...)
Hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I St won't my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
(Oh... oh... oh...)
(MuchÃsimas gracias...)
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