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