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