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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 enemies 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 a ringing
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Roman cavalry choirs are singing
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Be my mirror, my sword, my 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 go there was never, never an honest word
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That was when I ruled the world
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It was the wicked and wild win
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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 (ooh)
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Ah, 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, my 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 go there was never, never an honest word
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But that was when I ruled the world
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(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh~)
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
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Roman cavalry choirs are singing
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Be my mirror, my sword, my 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 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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