| 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 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 not explain
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| Once you know there was never, never an honest word
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| That was when I ruled the world
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| (Ohhh)
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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 could not 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
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| My missionaries in a foreign field
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| For some reason I can not 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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| And that was when I ruled the world
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| (Ohhhhh, Ohhh, Ohhh)
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| Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
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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 not explain
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| I know Saint Peter will 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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| Oooooh, Oooooh, Oooooh |