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Seas would rise when I gave the word Sweep the streets I used to own I used to rule the world Now in the morning I sleep alone |
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I used to roll the dice "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" Next the walls were closed on me Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand And I discovered that my castles stand Listen as the crowd would sing Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes One minute I held the key |
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My missionaries in a foreign field Be my mirror, my sword and shield And that was when I ruled the world For some reason I can't explain Never an honest word Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Once you go there was never I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing |
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Shattered windows and the sound of drums For my head on a silver plate Blew down the doors to let me in Revolutionaries wait Just a puppet on a lonely string People couldn't believe what I'd become It was the wicked and wild wind Oh who would ever want to be king? |
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Never an honest word Be my mirror, my sword and shield I know Saint Peter won't call my name I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing But that was when I ruled the world My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain |
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I know Saint Peter won't call my name But that was when I ruled the world Roman Cavalry choirs are singing My missionaries in a foreign field Be my mirror, my sword and shield I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing For some reason I can't explain Never an honest word |
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