| Lyric | % Correct |
|---|---|
| I used to {rule} the world | 99%
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| I used to roll the {dice} | 89%
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| Feel the fear in my {enemy}'{s} {eyes} | 84%
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| For some reason I can't {explain} | 82%
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| And that was when I {ruled} {the} {world} | 80%
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| Now in the morning I {sleep} alone | 79%
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| Now the {old} {king} is dead! Long live the king! | 78%
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| {Roman} Cavalry choirs are singing | 77%
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| Listen as the {crowd} would sing | 76%
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| My missionaries in a foreign {field} | 76%
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| For some {reason} I can't explain | 74%
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| I hear {Jerusalem} bells are ringing | 69%
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| I know {Saint} {Peter} won't call my name | 68%
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| One minute I {held} {the} {key} | 68%
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| Be my {mirror}, my sword and shield | 66%
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| Blew down the {doors} to let me in | 66%
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| Never an {honest} word | 66%
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| {Sweep} the streets I used to own | 65%
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| People couldn't believe what I'd {become} | 63%
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| {Seas} would rise when I gave the word | 62%
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| Next the {walls} were closed on me | 60%
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| Oh who would ever {want} {to} be king? | 60%
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| Upon pillars of {salt} and pillars of sand | 58%
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| For my head on a {silver} {plate} | 55%
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| And I discovered that my {castles} stand | 53%
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| Shattered windows and the sound of {drums} | 50%
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| It was the {wicked} and wild wind | 48%
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| I'm just a {puppet} on a lonely string | 44%
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| Revolutionaries {wait} | 39%
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| {Once} {you}'{d} {gone} there was never | 25%
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