Um
minuto eu detinha a chave
Depois as paredes se fechavam em mim
E percebi que meu castelo estava erguido
Sobre pilares de sal e pilares de areia
Depois as paredes se fechavam em mim
E percebi que meu castelo estava erguido
Sobre pilares de sal e pilares de areia
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I used to rule the world
Seaswould rise when I gave the word
Nowin the morning I sleep alone
Sweepthe streets that I used to own
Iused to roll the dice
Feelthe fear in my enemy's eyes
Listenas the crowd would sing:
"Nowthe old king is dead!
Longlive the king!"
Oneminute I held the key
Nextthe walls were closed on me
AndI discovered that my castles stand
Uponpillars of salt and pillars of sand
Ihear Jerusalem bells are ringing
RomanCavalry choirs are singing
Bemy mirror my sword and shield
Mymissionaries in a foreign field
Forsome reason I can't explain
Onceyou go there was never
Neveran honest word
Thatwas when I ruled the world
Itwas the wicked and wild wind
Blewdown the doors to let me in
Shatteredwindows and the sound of drums
Peoplecouldn't believe what I'd become
Seaswould rise when I gave the word
Nowin the morning I sleep alone
Sweepthe streets that I used to own
Iused to roll the dice
Feelthe fear in my enemy's eyes
Listenas the crowd would sing:
"Nowthe old king is dead!
Longlive the king!"
Oneminute I held the key
Nextthe walls were closed on me
AndI discovered that my castles stand
Uponpillars of salt and pillars of sand
Ihear Jerusalem bells are ringing
RomanCavalry choirs are singing
Bemy mirror my sword and shield
Mymissionaries in a foreign field
Forsome reason I can't explain
Onceyou go there was never
Neveran honest word
Thatwas when I ruled the world
Itwas the wicked and wild wind
Blewdown the doors to let me in
Shatteredwindows and the sound of drums
Peoplecouldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionarieswait
Formy head on a silver plate
Justa puppet on a lonely string
Ohwho would ever want to be king?
Ihear Jerusalem bells a ringing
RomanCavalry choirs are singing
Bemy mirror my sword and shield
Mymissionaries in a foreign field
Forsome reason I can't explain
Iknow Saint Peter won't call my name
Neveran honest word
Butthat was when I ruled the world
Ihear Jerusalem bells a ringing
RomanCavalry choirs are singing
Bemy mirror my sword and shield
Mymissionaries in a foreign field
Forsome reason I can't explain
Iknow Saint Peter will call my name
Neveran honest word
Butthat was when I ruled the world






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