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