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