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