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I used to the world
would when I gave the
Now in the morning I
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the
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 discovered my castles stand
Upon of salt, and of
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 know there was never, an honest
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
People not believe I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a silver
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my
Never an word
And that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
would when I gave the
Now in the morning I
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the
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 discovered my castles stand
Upon of salt, and of
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 know there was never, an honest
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
People not believe I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a silver
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my
Never an word
And that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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