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Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own Seas would rise when I gave the word I used to rule the world |
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Listen as the crowd would sing Next the walls were closed on me One minute I held the key I used to roll the dice "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 Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes |
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I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Once you go there was never For some reason I can't explain My missionaries in a foreign field Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world Be my mirror, my sword and shield |
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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 It was the wicked and wild wind Revolutionaries wait People couldn't believe what I'd become Blew down the doors to let me in |
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My missionaries in a foreign field Be my mirror, my sword and shield Never an honest word I know Saint Peter won't call my name But that was when I ruled the world For some reason I can't explain Roman Cavalry choirs are singing I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing |
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For some reason I can't explain My missionaries in a foreign field I know Saint Peter won't call my name 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 |
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