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I used to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemies 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 stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
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
Once you there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in.
Shattered and the of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I 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 reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemies 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 stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
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
Once you there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in.
Shattered and the of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I 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 reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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