Blindsretractable Strings

VIDA.GRUPO: COLDPLAY



I USED TO RULE THE WORLD
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 ENEMYS 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 A RINGING
ROMAN CAVALRY CHOIRS ARE SINGING
BE MY MIRROR MY SWORD AND SHIELD
MY MISSIONARIES IN A FOREIGN FIELD
FOR SOME REASON I CANT EXPLAIN
ONCE YOU GO THERE WAS NEVER, NEVER AN HONEST WORD
THAT WAS WHEN I RULED THE WORLD
(OHHH)

IT WAS THE WICKED AND WILD WIND
BLEW DOWN THE DOORS TO LET ME IN
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SHATTERED WINDOWS AND THE SOUND OF DRUMS
PEOPLE COULDNT BELIEVE WHAT ID 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 A RINGING
ROMAN CAVALRY CHOIRS ARE SINGING
BE MY MIRROR MY SWORD AND SHIELD
MY MISSIONARIES IN A FOREIGN FIELD
FOR SOME REASON I KNOW I CANNOT EXPLAIN
SAINT PETER CALL MY NAME WILL NEVER AN HONEST WORD

BUT THAT WAS WHEN I RULED THE WORLD
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I HEAR JERUSALEM BELLS A RINGING
ROMAN CAVALRY CHOIRS ARE SINGING BE MY MIRROR
MY SWORD AND SHIELD MY
Missionaries IN A FOREIGN FIELD FOR SOME REASON
I KNOW I CANNOT EXPLAIN
SAINT PETER CALL MY NAME WILL NEVER AN HONEST WORD

BUT THAT WAS WHEN I RULED THE WORLD
oooooh oooooh oooooh I USED TO


RULE THE WORLD
Seas would rise when I gave
NOW IN THE
morning I sweep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll


GIVEN THE FEEL THE FEAR THE EYES OF MY ENEMY
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"NOW THE OLD KING IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE KING!"

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 AND HEAR THE

Jerusalem bells are ringing
ROMANO THE CHOIRS ARE SINGING CALVARY MY SON
mirror my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
FOR SOME REASON I CAN NOT EXPLAIN
ONCE YOU NEVER KNOW
an honest word That was when I ruled the world

LOCO WAS THE WIND AND THE WILD
Tyre Doors to let me
broken windows and the sound of drums
PEOPLE COULD NOT BELIEVE what I've become Revolutionaries wait


my head on a silver platter
just a puppet on a lonely string
OH WHO MAY BE WILLING KING?

HEAR JERUSALEM BELLS SOUNDING
CHORAL SINGING CALVARY ARE ROMAN MY SON
mirror my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
FOR SOME REASON I CAN NOT EXPLAIN
I know Saint Peter will call my name NEVER

an honest word But that was when I ruled the world

HEAR THE BELLS OF THE CHOIRS
SOUNDING JERUSALEM ROMANO CALVARY ARE SINGING MY SON
mirror my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
FOR SOME REASON I CAN NOT EXPLAIN
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word But that was when
I ruled the world