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