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