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