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I used to the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to roll 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
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles
of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
down the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
not believe 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will my name
Never an honest
But that was when I the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to roll 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
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles
of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
down the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
not believe 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will my name
Never an honest
But that was when I the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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