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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, an 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
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't
I know won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was I the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not
I know Saint Peter will call my name
an honest
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 I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, an 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
People not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't
I know won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was I the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not
I know Saint Peter will call my name
an honest
But that was when I ruled the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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