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