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