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