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I used to the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep
the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you know was never, never an honest word
was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild
Blew down the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
could not believe what I'd
Revolutionaries
For my head on a plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest
And was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep
the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you know was never, never an honest word
was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild
Blew down the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
could not believe what I'd
Revolutionaries
For my head on a plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest
And was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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