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