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