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