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