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