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I used to rule the
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would
"Now the old king is dead! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries 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
(Ohhh)
It was the and wind
Blew the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who want to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
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 was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Jerusalem bells are ringing
choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For some I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would
"Now the old king is dead! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries 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
(Ohhh)
It was the and wind
Blew the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who want to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
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 was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Jerusalem bells are ringing
choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For some I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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