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I to rule the world
Seas 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 eyes
Listen as the crowd sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know 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
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely
Oh who would want to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear 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 call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas 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 eyes
Listen as the crowd sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know 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
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely
Oh who would want to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear 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 call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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