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