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