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I used to the
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemies eyes
as the would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my
pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are 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
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered and the sound of drums
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries
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 are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My in a foreign
For some I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not
I know Saint will call my
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemies eyes
as the would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my
pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are 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
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered and the sound of drums
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries
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 are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My in a foreign
For some I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not
I know Saint will call my
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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