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