• Clocks
  • Viva la Vida
  • The Scientist
  • Yellow
  • Fix You
  • Don't Panic
  • In My Place
  • Trouble
  • Speed of Sound
  • Violet Hill
  • Talk
  • Paradise
  • Shiver
  • Life in Technicolor
  • Green Eyes
  • God Put a Smile Upon Your Face
  • Strawberry Swing
  • Cemeteries of London
  • Warning Sign
  • Sparks
  • 42
  • The Hardest Part
  • Politik
  • Lost!
  • A Message
  • Square One
  • Parachutes
  • What If
  • A Rush of Blood to the Head
  • Daylight
  • White Shadows
  • Amsterdam
  • Spies
  • Death and All His Friends
  • Swallowed in the Sea
  • We Never Change
  • Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall
  • High Speed
  • Low
  • A Whisper
  • Twisted Logic
  • Yes
  • Princess of China
  • Magic
  • Charlie Brown
  • A Sky Full of Stars
  • Everything's Not Lost
  • Hurts Like Heaven
  • Mylo Xyloto
  • X&Y

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 a ringing
Roman Catholic 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 go there was never
Never an honest word
And 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 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 a ringing
Roman Catholic 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Catholic 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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