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