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