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I used to the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
the streets I used to own

I to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand, pillars of

I hear bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my mirror, my sword, and
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I explain
you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world

It was the and wild wind
down the doors to let me in.
Shattered and the sound of drums
couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh, who would ever to be king?

I hear Jerusalem a ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't
I know Saint Peter will call my
an honest word
But that was when I the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem a ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and
My missionaries in a foreign
For some reason I can't
I know Saint Peter call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh