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