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