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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
the streets I 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! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
the walls were on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wind
Blew the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the of drums
not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
And was when I the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
the streets I 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! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
the walls were on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wind
Blew the to let me in.
Shattered windows and the of drums
not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
And was when I the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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