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