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