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I used to the world
rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't believe what I'd become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells 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 explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
I used to the world
rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't believe what I'd become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells 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 explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
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