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I used to rule the world....
Seas would rise when I gave the word....
Now in the morning....
....I sleep 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....
....and 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't explain....
....once you'd gone, there was never....
....never an honest word....
....and that was when I ruled the world.
It was a wicked and wild wind....
....blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows....
....and the sound of drums.
People couldn't 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?
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't explain....
....I know St. Peter will call my name.
Never an honest word....
....but that was when I ruled the world.
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't explain....
....I know St. Peter won't call my name.
Never an honest word....
....but that was when I ruled the world.
It was a long and dark December....
From the rooftops, I remember....
....there was snow....
....white snow.
Clearly, I remember....
....from the windows, they were watching.
While we froze down below....
When the future's architectured....
....by a carnival of idiots on show....
....you'd better lie low.
If you love me....
....won't you let me know?
Was a long and dark December....
When the banks became cathedrals....
....and a fox....
....became God.
Priests clutched onto Bibles....
Hallowed out to fit their rifles....
....and a cross was held aloft.
Bury me in armor....
....when I'm dead....
....and hit the ground.
My nerves are poles....
....that unfroze.
And if you love me....
....won't you let me know?
I don't want to be a soldier....
....who the captain of some sinking ship....
....would stow, far below.
So if you love me....
....why'd you let me go?
I took my love down to Violet Hill....
....and there we sat in snow.
All that time, she was silent still....
She said: "If you love me....
....won't you let me know?"
If you love me....
....won't you let me know?
"Viva La Vida" & "Violet Hill"
By
Coldplay
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