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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 the my castles stand
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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
My missionaries in a foreign field
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For some reason I can't explain
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Once you go 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 Cavaly choirs are singing
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Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
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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
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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
My missionaries in a foreign field
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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
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