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