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