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I used to rule the world
Seas 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 fear in my enemies eyes
as the 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 that my stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't
Once you know was 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 I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear bells are ringing
Roman choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and
My in a foreign field
For reason I can not explain
I know Saint will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas 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 fear in my enemies eyes
as the 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 that my stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't
Once you know was 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 I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear bells are ringing
Roman choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and
My in a foreign field
For reason I can not explain
I know Saint will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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