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