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