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| I used to | |
| Seas would | |
| Now in the morning I | |
| Sweep the | |
| I used to | |
| Feel the fear in my | |
| Listen as the | |
| Now the old king is dead! | |
| One minute I held | |
| Next | |
| And I discovered that my | |
| Upon | |
| I hear | |
| Roman calvary | |
| Be my mirror, | |
| My missionaries in a | |
| For some reason | |
| Once you go | |
| Never an | |
| (Whole line!) | |
| It was | |
| Blew down the doors to | |
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| Shattered windows and the | |
| People couldn't believe | |
| Revolutionaries | |
| For my head on a | |
| Just a puppet | |
| Oh, | |
| I hear | |
| Roman cavalry | |
| Be my mirror, | |
| My missionaries in a | |
| For some reason | |
| I know St. | |
| Never an | |
| (Whole line again!) | |
| (Now the chorus again, whole line each time!) | |
| (keep going!) | |
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| (It's spelled St.) | |
| (1 more line!) | |
| (THIS IS IT!) | |
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