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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep 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 minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you was never, an honest
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of drums
People could not what I'd
Revolutionaries Wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep 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 minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you was never, an honest
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of drums
People could not what I'd
Revolutionaries Wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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