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