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