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Letra
(You take it! You take it!)
(Louder, louder, go!)
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
I used to rule the world
Seas 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
Listen 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
I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
The shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
I'm just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
Now I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Lights up!)
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!)
(Okay let 'em hear!)
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh
(Everybody put your hands in the air)
(Everybody put your hands in the air)
(Please everybody, put your hands in the air)
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman
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