Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep 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, 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 not 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 could not 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?











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I'm an emotional nightmare !
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ecezeber on lastfm: [link]
ecezeber on myspace: [link]
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you never see the lonely me at all..
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know about it
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Captain of Souls...
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thank's for your time
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i\'d like to talk but you know i hate all ordinary words*
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Yağmur yağsa da denizi taşıramaz, denizler ne kadar buharlaşsa da kaybolmaz; ama deniz her canlıya gerektiğinde huzur, gerektiğinde korku verir.
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el sol se está levantando en mí
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Ezgi Aksoy
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..sanat için sanat..
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