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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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Listen 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 are 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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Once you're gone there was never |
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Never an honest word |
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But that was when I ruled the world |
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It was the 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 are ringing |
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Roman Cavalry choirs are singing |
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Be my mirror, my sword and shield |
| [02:31.39] |
My missionaries in a foreign field |
| [02:35.09] |
For some reason I can't explain |
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I know Saint Peter won't call my name |
| [02:41.80] |
Never an honest word |
| [02:45.04] |
But that was when I ruled the world |
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Woahahahah oh, woahahah oh |
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Woahahahah oh, woahahah oh, |
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Woahahahah |
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I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing |
| [03:20.58] |
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing |
| [03:24.13] |
Be my mirror, my sword and shield |
| [03:29.59] |
My missionaries in a foreign field |
| [03:31.21] |
For some reason I can't explain |
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I know Saint 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 |
