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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would 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 castles stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, an honest
That was when I ruled the
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my on a plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
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 not explain
I know Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Seas would rise when I gave the
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would 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 castles stand
Upon of salt, and pillars of sand
I bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, an honest
That was when I ruled the
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my on a plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
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 not explain
I know Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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